When I fall
Theta was here, going to a funeral that he was late for but he didn’t mind for he was stuck on memory lane giving a kiss on the cheek of every memory passing by and then he heard a fly buzzing.
- A taste of blood gracefully mixed with dirt
I wasn’t genius, imp, and certainly wasn’t a flirt
- But don’t you forget me because I won’t forget you
Remember me as a side character from everything I do
- Remember my laugh my tears and my smile
Won’t you walk with me and talk for miles and miles
- For my jog of life was filled with sorrow and madness
I was abused by life with her experience and practices
- But no problem I’m motivated to get up again and again
I’m learning from life and not complaining instead
- I will work till i have a picnic with life to protect my memories
I exist for the small things in life I collect them like pennies
- I protect these shards for they are not worth a dime
And when I breathe my last breath I shall spit in life’s face one last time
- Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2018 11:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Good morning, as always feedback is welcome. Have a good day or evening or whenever you read -Theta
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments1
A good mantra for looking at life's surprises and learn from them all - your words ooze wisdom when we are held by abuse to the edges my friend.
Thank you for the kind words Fay.
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