Life is not a box of chocolates

If life is like a box of chocolates why isn’t it sweet?
I work my fingers to the bone just to make ends meat.
Life rips your heart out and breaks your back.
Pushes you down ‘till you land with a smack.
It puts its hand out to pick you back up.
It shoves you right back down just to see if you’re tough.
Life is more like a roller coaster
Puts your heart in your stomach and your head in a spin.
It rips you around just to do it all again.
Takes a short break while you catch your breath.
All the sudden you drop to what seems like your death.
It isn’t all bad.
Not all a run in one place.
I look up to the stars and put a smile on my face.
I know we go through hell on Earth.
It is only so we go to heaven and see what it is all worth.
 






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DuckLoverThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 12:00 pm
Wow! Great job. I would only suggest a minor revision. Instead of putting "end's meat", it would be correct to put "ends meet". But that's just a spelling error. What really counts is the feel of the poetry. And it was great! I loved it. :)
 
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