Life is like an onion
Layer after layer is peeled
And then, if you look deep
The inner core is revealed
Life is like a drum
To its music, we do march
Often, we may be beaten
But, look for the rainbow’s arch
Life is like a cloud
It keeps on sailing ahead
You can even watch its progress
While reclining on your bed
Life is an unopened treasure
We don’t know what it may bring
But, keep on seeking clues in it,
Do not to the past, cling
Life has many phases
Though we are granted, and live just one
So love, play, and laugh
And enjoy your day in the sun
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This poem encompasses several thoughts but to each the onion comes back to mind each a layer of life. Nicely crafted
sorry for late response..as usual your comments make my day that much brighter - thanks
have a good day
You are always welcome
thank you so much
have a good day
I love how this poem compares life to everyday objects and experiences. The imagery of onions, drums, clouds, and treasures makes the message relatable, and the uplifting tone encourages resilience and enjoying each moment.
glad you saw through the various images shared - thank you so much for your lovely feedback
have a beautiful day
In life's many phases we
learn, grow, lose, find.
yes indeed - that is life
let us hope it gives us all that we deserve, and more
have a good day
Amen! You too 🙏🏻
thank you so much
Dear friend, this is so warm and uplifting. Each metaphor opens a window into how life unfolds...and the way you close it leaves the whole piece shining with joy. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done.
sorry for late response and thank you so much for your heartfelt comments. am honored.
God bless you and yours
Excellent.
THANK YOU SO MUCH
Peeling onion makes your eyes run... As happens sometimes in life...
and if you are sensitive, as most poets tend to be, then the tears keep falling, though you learn to contain it privately
3.10.2025
Yes, though poets contain their sadness, they also write.
“Our sweetest songs are those of the saddest thought.”
--P. B. Shelley (1792-1822)
The most impressive compositions of writers stem from sad thoughts.
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Good morning - agree wholeheartedly with your sentiments and the quote from Shelley is apt indeed -
have a beautiful productive weekend
wishing you a belated happy birthday...hope you had a great day; here's wishing you many more years of productive musing, and sharing on all forums - and also encapsulating it in more books...all the best always ! cheers
Thanks very much. I am happy to have found friends on this site. Even family don't bother to wish, by and large...
My pleasure to wish you and all friends every time I know they have reasons to celebrate
stay blessed
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