LIFE OF A BUBBLE

It comes from a bottle
Filled with liquid soap
Blown away by children
Filled with hope

They hope it lives long
They hope it is strong
But sometimes they're right
And the other times they're wrong

If you've still not figured out...
A bubble is what I'm talking about !

It lives a life of thrills
Never once plans it's day
Instead it waits for the wind
And then gets carried away

It's pleasure to look at, you know?
It's so small and fragile
Yet it floats around like it's king
And lasts quite a while !

It brings us so much joy
Sometimes we make it go "pop"
Other times it reaches many a height
And then descends to a drop

And many a time the bubble dies
Before it even got anywhere
And we feel just a little pain
But after that we won't care

Because out comes another bubble
And with the same joy and hope
We pray that this one lives longer
Even though it's just made of soap

And so the bubbles lives go on
Sometimes it's eventful and fun
But sometimes it ends like a full stop
But about that nothing can be done !