PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I saw them - the sky so bright at this night,

I saw you - enjoying your life where yourself resides,

I saw me - when everything is alright,

I'm seeing others - where the people gathers.

Festive runs, when everything's nouns,

Gathering is fun, when everyone's bounds,

Likewise oldies, from their teens,

Sleep-walking, nor chasing their dreams.

Throughout the time, we are getting blinded,

Throughout the prime, everything's side-tracked,

Loving, owning of what we could,

Before our inch turning cold.

Love people, whom loving so much,

For those who could,

Write people, whom writing this much,

For those who could,

Before our inch turning cold,

Before our inch turning to ashes,

Before our inch regarded as trashes,

Before our memoirs turning into silly jokes,

Before our efforts and voices turning into some rusted old bones.

p/s: Happy Chinese New Year