Life

I born,
and picked up by a care,
called mother,
and by love,
called father,
and elders,
to follow,
and youngers,
to show a way,
"by the grace of God.."
and after some days,
like counting,
in a montesory,
my eyes,
faked up,
my brain,
started loosing memories,
and my heart,
slowed down,
and my breath,
going to stop,
at tht time,
i thought,
what was life for..?
wht i did, was all,
for passing it,
thn what was life for?
why i came on the earth,
and words of a wise,
ticked up my mind,
there is nothing,
but to make your life after death,,
and i still remember,
i laughed..
but he was right,
this is not life,
we are, on the time,
of rest,
to make our life after death,,
the real life,
the true life..