Life is like ice

We die someway don't we?

Life is like ice

 

we live and breathe human air

we love, we hate, we learn to share

we cherrish our life until it's unfair

we melt away when we die to a place somewhere

 

Our secrets are like ice because they are cold

Our insides are like ice because they can posess wholes

Our lives are like ice bacause they die out when too old

Our bodies are like ice because they need to be molded

 

I am not like ice because I can't be put in a freezer for seven hours

I am not like ice because I don't melt in a hot shower

I am not like ice because I am incapable of being put back into shape when I am devoured

I am not like ice because I can be set lour

Author's Note

Just a reminder that our lives have some advantages and disadvantages to other things

Reviews

[Seeker]

This reminds me of the flipside to everything. We are not like ice in the literal way, but our lives are, to some degree, depending on how we look at it. Ice melts, ice yields in heat. I look at it in the sense that the "heat" of life, whatever it is to each of us, always inspires a reaction out of us. So, life really is like ice in that, in some way, we yield. You've sparked a lot of thought. Good poem.