By: Roger Weaver

Life is green,
but death chose black.
A bully is mean,
but nothing like Jack.
If I chose a path
Would it be good or bad?
If I pick a side
Would it make you sad?
You left for so long.
Now what should I do?
You left me cold,
Now I’m as hollow as you.
Life without meaning
Is it as bad as no fate?
Or would it be called
Purpose of heart at a slow rate.
I gave it my all,
But it wasn’t enough.
I think I’ll be done
Seeing how life is so tough....