Poem -
Life
Some choose to squander
They never settle
Always wander
Speeding around
At a sickening pace
Life should be a leisurely walk
Not a marathon
Sprint
Or race
A life of possibilities
At high pressure
They pump through veins
Ignoring their unexplored abilities
No meandering through capillaries
The finer, clearer moments are laid to waste
Until one day they wonder
How fine weather
They took for granted
Has turned to rain hail & thunder
If only they'd took a moment to ponder
How time, like trust, friendship, love and car keys...
Can often be misplaced
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Comments
Oh, this was amazing. I love the smooth write of this, and it's deep and eloquent all at once .
Thank you Crystal for your kind comment. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
- Syd
Anytime. ?
Hey Syd, Completely get this. People do tend to hurry through life or is it life that's making them hurry? Thought provoking read, nice! xxxx
Hi Lucy, thank you. I'm glad you could relate to this poem. It was originally written as a stanza for for a fusioned poem on another site, I just lengthened it.
Hope you're keeping well - Syd xo