It’s true
I forgot
The way I used
The ways to crack the puzzles
To join the jigsaws of life
That’s what I used to do
Then why,
why am I in dismay?
Why I feel the stars don’t align
Maybe that’s what life is all about
There are hills
There are valleys
There are ditches
There our glitches
There are turnarounds
There are cliffs
Life keeps everyone at tenterhooks
If can’t wade off
Then be a brook
If can’t lift off
Then surrender to be willow
Moving with flow of wind wherever it goes…
- Author: spilleronsheet ( Offline)
- Published: December 9th, 2021 00:17
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments7
Be in harmony with your surroundings is the answer i think.
Yes very rightly you spoke
Just go with the flow
I guess
Surrender to be the willow. Great advise bend but never break weathering the storm of life. Lovely write.
Thank you so much dear reader
And your username
Even it’s wounded
I am sure you will mend it
Time is an asset of yours
Your already healed or in way of healing
Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind comments
Brilliant!
'acceptance, is ever
the First: step'
Thank you sir
Trying to revive the positivity inside
Even it’s a flicker, it will be a flame tomorrow
Glad you liked it
A lovely poem.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina
say it like it should be .. and always ..
but be sure to reflect on those golden moments as well as those grey ones .............. N
Hmmm
That’s a piece full of priceless advice
Why keep hidden emotions, let them out and feel lightened
Your so right dear Neville
Best way! There really isn't any sense to life is there! Just go with the flow!
Yep
Riding the waves
Being a part of wind
That’s the philosophy following
I think the answer is up in the big sky awaiting, and I'm thinking the answer will be so easy you'll probably murder the angel for telling you. I myself am still searching, mind you.
😂 waiting for you to tell me the answer
While me looking up at the starry sky
Do tell me when you reach the answer
Looks like my quest is hanging on it
Sure the vast sky may be knowing
It’s been there for so long
I wonder what it may not have seen
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