Life Life can be happy, And life can be sad. When life isn’t crappy Life definitely isn’t bad. People laugh and smile When life is great But they frown while Life makes them irate. It sends many struggles But has many rewards These both must be juggled If they want to move toward Happiness in life But when juggling is impossible Life is full of strife And juggling becoming possible Becomes so much harder But the goal is still in reach Happiness in life is not up for barter But a difficult barrier that must be breached Happiness must be earned Not just given to them Earned through tough times where we learned What it’s like to be condemned But through this is happiness in life. I believe that this imitates William Blake’s style because the poems by him that I read talked about life. He writes more of the aspects of life. I read one on love and the night. These both involved essence of life itself. Also, in one of poems I read it had an abab rhyme scheme for the most part. I in turn followed an abab rhyme scheme.