if you think about it, life is simply a bowl full of cherries.
each cherry you pick is different.
sour or sweet,
like good or bitter memories.
each one has a pit,
like trials and hardships that happened before.
all of them have a stem,
something that helps you hold that memory close,
but can sometimes be removed,
whether you want it to be or not.
don't eat them too fast,
eat them as slow as you can.
life doesn't last forever.
Breey Hayden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-simply-a-bowl-full-of-cherries/
