Why make it hard to be loved back?
Demands after demands,
And no appreciation whatsoever.

Why play hard?
When life is so easy to live.

Why the sad state of affair?
Why the irritation?
When all there is to life is happiness and joy.

Why leave me with so many questions?
And riddle your way through
When life offers uncomplicated answers

Life is for the living,
And sadness, for the dead.
So You have no place to make it otherwise, neither for yourself, nor for others.


© jmimmah