A century is the maximum we have got,
Too short to dawdle and too long to be detached,
And none was fashioned to toil and depart,
For all the fissures of misery in your heart can be patched.
Unpredictability, is what Life is made of,
Add decisions, made out of hate and laced with pride,
And also envy, greed and labouring for love,
Life could be a black ocean with outrageous tides.
So shun all those that make you weak,
And embrace all those that inspire you,
For what's differnt in you makes you unique,
And what doesn't kill you make you stronger as the days ensue.
Oh dear mankind! please remember what you give,
Will find its way back, only but augmented,
So don't stoop to hatred but always forgive,
For if you must go, help yourself to depart contented.
Nice philosophy a good poem,
Nice philosophy a good poem, good structure too! :) well donE!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Oh...you make fall into
Oh...you make fall into love's arms...I am a star in my own darkness with your words, Cecilia. very special you are.... ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks :)
Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment
Ceci
You are so welcome...
You are so welcome... ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "