Then you go to school...

Do stuff you Enjoy...

Then stuff you highly regret...

Then one fateful night you fall asleep...

then never wake up...

then the lucky people get mourners...

and the unlucky people get haters...

So, what is the point to life?

The Point of this poem is, no one lives forever, and the point to life is that people love you -- if you die, it'll destroy others.

This is Chixlova and I hope you like my poem. If you have any topics, y-mail me and I will try to make a poem about it.