Some regard it most precious,
Some have no regard for it,
Some consider it eternal,
Some know its not.

Some hate its uncertainties,
Some try to make it secure,
Some lead it dirty,
And some lead it pure.

Some have found no better teacher,
Some never sought to learn from it,
Some allowed it to be their guide,
Some let it be their master.

Some are forever guarding it,
Some just give it up for others,
Some mess it up with their own doings.
Some let their doings make it better.

Some see it as a beautiful painting,
Some see it as a blank wall,
Some think they’ve had enough of it,                       
Some think they just cant get enough!

            U sure cant get enough of life! …..Right about this time every year, one comes across quite a few articles in da papers of youngsters ending their lives in fear of their results…I messed up my results but man, am I glad I didn’t do something stupid like commiting suicide!…it makes no sense, no sense at all! Cuz its not the end of the world, there is SO much one can do with their lives if u make up ur mind to! Life is too precious guys; we all tend to mess it up at times but even so, its not worth giving up.

P.S- the poem above doesn’t reely have a direct connection to what I had to say…I jus came across it while going thru my documents…had written it years bac, its still unfinished but it revolved around life so I thot I’d use it to put my point across.