This is an old. And funny poem. I accidentally. Overheard. It keeps. The little children. Playing. And bigger children. Spread the word. My memory is bad. So I always tend. To forget how it goes. But. Life is my creation. Is my best friend. Imagination. Is my defense. And i'll keep walking. When skies are grey. Whatever happens. Was meant that way. You're no better. Or no worse. Than the others. We are all the same. And life. Is just a moment. You might as well. Enjoy this day. It's time. To start believing. That everything. You want is on it's way. And. Life is my creation. Is my best friend. Imagination. Is my defense. And i'll keep walking. When skies are grey. Whatever happens. Was meant that way. We'll be growing. Into knowing. While we're floating. Keep on going