In this life you see others,
Others who you want to be.
They may be better looking
And you wish to look like them,
They may be able to solve impossible problems
Problems that you don’t understand,
Their art work may be sublime
Where you find it impossible
To draw anything recognisable,
They play music that tears the emotions from you,
But all you can do is make a strange noise,
They can write words of wonder and passion on a page
Instead of the ramblings that you create.
This state of mind is normal,
You may have something that others would like,
Compassion, kindness, generosity and love.
You cannot be anyone else,
You are what you are,
Everybody else is taken.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2017 02:30
- Comment from author about the poem: We sometimes wish we can be other people, but that will not happen.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments14
A fine write Goldie. That'll be me then - ramblings. Well, when are both in 1066, that is?! Now you know this is me, and not someone false! Only us two are millions of years old. Or should I only speak for myself? heehee.
Believe me I know it is you Orchi.
Spot on - be proud of who you are, walk up straight and always keep our chin up - don't look down - look forward - and you go far wrong.
So true, always look forward and head towards the light.
Love that last line. One of my favorites! Great job and message.
Thank you WriteBeLight, your comment is much appreciated.
Who said that last line? Oscar Wilde? I'm not sure.
He was thought to
Of said it to a child
Who's reply was
"I'm nothing like anyone "
This is such a good poem
Goldfinch60, I love it,
Your words are every
Bit as good as anyone
On this site...
I love its message
"We are all as individual
As a fresh fallen flake"
Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you DS, much appreciated.
Great write and great message
Thank you Tony.
Love the message in this perceptive verse. Being confident to be only oneself is the answer my friend.
Thank you Fay.
Thank you Tony.
Oh boy you read my biography. I am sooo jealous of musicians especially. Really enjoyed this. So true to life.
No one can play your part better than you Goldfinch.. ps don't tell Augustus I play guitar and sing? ww
OK willyweed as long as you don't tell him that I play trumpet and sing in three choirs.
sweet deal!
you have certainly made me think my friend and as you are on the very cusp of posting your 700th poem.. here I am visiting your very first one... please accept my congratulations on achieving something of a remarkable milestone sir..... Neville
Thank you Neville for your very kind words, they are much appreciated.
My glass is raised to the next 700......... N
I will join you, mine is a Laphroaig Triple Wood please if you are buying - I could always treat you though.
sounds good to me..
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