Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

THE MAN IN THE GLASS When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day, Just go to a mirror and look at yourself And see what THAT man has to say. For it isn't your father or mother or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass, The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life Is the one staring back from the glass. Some people might think you're a straight-shootin' chum And call you a wonderful guy. But the man in the glass says you're only a bum If you can't look him straight in the eye. He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous test If the guy in the glass is your friend. You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass, But your final reward will be heartache and tears If you've cheated the man in the glass.

well its not really a poem but I think its good. LIFE: Life is not about how fast you run, or how high you climb, but how well you bounce. Do not regret growing older... It is a privilege denied to many! Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Remember: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - strawberries in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO! ! What a Ride!" Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them but you always know they are there REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY...GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. 'Veni, Vedi, Velcro' - I came, I saw, I stuck around. 'Veni, Vedi, Visa' - I Came, I Saw, I Did a Little Shopping 'Veni, Vedi, Vamoose' - I came, I saw, I ran like hell

Roses are red Violets are blue I appreciate life How about you?

lonely are we when friends and faimly have gone away. interfering with love. fighting with all your might to keep a balance ending only at death. i wrote that myself.

1.Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs. 2.Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. 3.Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. have it all :D

like a flash it come and goes it has its goals. not too far but not too close some bad moment will make you sad good moments will make you glad at one time im sure youll fall asking: "should i walk or should i crawl?" its amazing the fact that is life but weak enough to be ended by a simple knife and DAYUMMM!! you are one hot gal!! email me emanuelmln@yahoo.com ;)

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Desiderata - Max Ehrmann- circa 1920's

not short, but about life: "Ithaca" by Constantine P. Cavafy: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ithaca/ and a quote: "We don't have a plan, so nothing can go wrong" Spike Milligan Good question! +2

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 20

“Invictus” by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.