The birth and death of a person
is certain
but we do not control where
we are born
or when we enter this world.
We do not choose our parents
Though sometimes they choose us
We have no say in the color of our skin
The shape of our eyes
The freckles on our face.
What matters
in the time we are given
to live a life
is the people we meet
the places we see
the smells we breathe
the sounds we hear
the hearts we touch.
What matters is
the person
we allow ourselves to become
in the short time we are given
to be.
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Hello CB…I really relate to your first two stanzas, where I feel that there are masses of people who wouldn’t have been who they are if they had any choice. Last stanza is a great conclusion.
Of the other two, they are only valid if we have the opportunity to meet people and touch hearts…
A good, plainly written piece I really enjoyed.
Welcome to MPS. Feel free to comment on mine and the rest which will come your way – this place works well with lively debate.
Thank you for the response.
It made me think. I hope my poem will make the reader reflect on the choices we have. We can decide who we meet, talk with, the places we chose to live, go to, etc.
Enjoyed reading it!
So very true Cheka, the person we become is so important.
Welcome to MPS.
Andy
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