The man and life

Man and life can’t exist apart apart.
The one needs the other to start.
It’s the man that expresses its feeling.
Only he shed tears when it’s weeping.
Only he laughs when it’s laughing.
He is the estuary of its event’s flood.
It may let the man for a moment.
Then hastily tastes him torment.
Who believes in its lusts is deceived.
They please but they quickly end.
I see no perfection in the world we live.
There is what gladdens what may grieve.
Who can’t bear its hardship can survive.
You find happiness only if you strive.
What shows values is the strife they ask.
Imposing one’s existence is a hard task.
We know that days are collapsing.
But we ignore what they are bringing.
Every day brings new events to us.
They let events’ impression and pass.
They let them impress on our hearts.
Once they‘re bitter another sweet.
Until death come and makes him set.
To rise in an unknown world he ignores.
May be in darkness may in flowers