What if life was nothing new
What if its been before
What if the thing we hold most dear
Is really not that dear at all
Would will still be concerned with the worries of this life
Would we still store up riches
Preparing for future or strife
We are here for a moment
Like flowers we fade
Why do we toil
When we could rest in the shade.
-
Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2023 06:37
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Offline)
Comments2
Was this poem much toiling, or did it flow easily?! lol.
No toil a little uncertainty maybe but who knows? Thanks again
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.