Life… a satire of luck, hidden truths, visions, and what not. What’s true? What’s not?
If fear could speak, he’d say to let him be. If faith knew doubt, she’d have no dream.
Eyes lift to the skies, pray the rains come this time.
tears. drop.
“Que sera- whatever, will be.” Says a patient old woman who lived in a shoe…
But to win is what he said – that man in a hat, to his missing piece.
“Life is what Love gives. You first, then me.”
Inspired by my favorite reads & random thought as I try to commit to three goals this year.
As always, please leave your thoughts.
Nifti
Very nice… I especially like the ending
I know… I wish I could figure out a better the beginning too… Haha.. Much like life, everything makes sense at the end.
Generous ending
Thanks Mr. Eric, I appreciate u stopping in
I really like the beautiful ending you gave your poem! Nicely done!!!!
Thanks much ms. Lotta
What a wordplay.. And the way last line flowed ,, shows the poem in a whole new light.. Beautiful and moving
You put this together so well
Beautifully written!