Life is full of peaks and valleys,
Be busy living or get busy dying.
Trauma, abuse, bullies, mistreatment,
Beginning episodes of not-cool babyhood,
Feasibly the reason for no livelihood.
Privilege: Gift, Weapon, or Powerful tool,
Too much strain but can never go in vain,
Ushers the brightness to end the darkness,
Always educate your heart and mind to end the pain.
Growing older does not level up your maturity,
Obligation to sort out bills or enjoy three meals,
Priorities becomes harsh responsibilities,
Blissful innocence is terminated,
One only seeks happiness in this reality.
Wrinkled ripe fulfilment,
Complete peace that comes from experience,
Running out of fresh starts and new beginnings,
As the spent radiance of the scorched sun,
So is a human with the travail done,
Life proves the only constant is change.
- Author: Keerthiga28 ( Offline)
- Published: August 14th, 2023 21:18
- Category: Letter
- Views: 1
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