My first poem

Human Being

Always goes always comes,
Never ends and never counts.
Living in this world, being such flesh,
Rotten apple, just like that.

Nice on the outside,
Awful on the inside,
Having a life and then a casket,
Again, nothing more than that.

Having a face, answering to a name,
Simple tag, all the same.
Love or hate, such a heavy one,
Decisions everywhere and nowhere to run.

Pointless view of the world,
The big Globe but not the Earth.
Spinning around the Sun and the Moon,
Rolling through on the bad and the good.

Made up role, here and now,
It is sure, nothing more.
Gift is it? Or given fool?
All in all, …
Better to live than lose it all.