Life!

Life ? What is it ?
Is it just finding happiness,
Or running away from sorrows.
Or to accept whatever it throws. 

Is it just waiting for death,
or panting for breath.
Does it start with

throbbing of your heart,
and does it end with ceasing of your brain .
For some it is a daily fight,
not for honour but for grain .
For some live to the fullest,
while some struggle to get it out of drain.
Is it living with all the glittering gold,
or is it the struggle to have cloth
just enough to fold.
Is it to forgive

for to rise above hate ,
or just being reason to someone else's fate.

For some it is only
the matter of wealth,
for some who know what it can't buy,
plead only for health.
Does it exist even after your death,
or does it before you were born .

Who knows it all,
a granny with a day to fall. 
Or a child happy with it's doll.
For those who 
think only of cashes,
should remember only one thing,
that it's just matter of time,
for we all will be nothing but ashe's.

The question is  still unanswered.

If it were in the dark,

let it be lit.
Life ? What is it ?
For I think,
It's dilemma's perfect fit.