The queste of life

In one more day, I shall
Be one and twenty
Gone is my twenty years of life
Twenty precious years that can never be undone
But scorched and no longer vies
As though wasted and shun not to
Requite my aim in lifeâ??s journey .

In three days I will be entering
A different phase of thy life
With different expectancy from I and
Everyone knows thee at all

Life is an arduous labour
With it comes afflict, delight and death
Pleasure mayhap is denied to some unfortunate
And poverty others trepidation
Love, some peopleâ??s trance
Hunger, some anonymous cry yet unheard.
Beauty, some peopleâ??s pride and vanity.

Happy where does who finished forth their fate
In some unhaunted desert far from
Societies love and hate.

Like any mortals as we are created
I strived to live up to my dreams
So in living I would have a purpose
To fight and built up toward
To these dreams I still continue
To implement the quest of my life

My youth is spent, and yet I am not old
I saw the world, yet inexperienced
I sought my death, and found it in my own hand
I looked for life, and saw it was but a veil
Covering the true mask of lifeâ??s inequity.

In searching for god, I found my self
And in nature I found God.
With my family I found love
In love I found honour

In twenty years of my life
I learned how to love
Live, honour those things that makes thee
And to live for something
For I am human
With a heart, flesh and identity.