What’s Life – Poem

Trying to figure out what’s life

None of my fruits are ripe

Can’t find the words to type

Everything I loved I only like

I thought I had it all figured out

But I forgot what I’m about

My default face is a pout

I stay silent, but I want to shout

Everyday is a new foe

No longer will I stay low

One reaps what they sow

What’s life, who knows

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