This poem is based on a man’s life as it flows through the generations and the hardships one encounters and duties one has to follow. A very simple theme but with touching words. This is an original creation. Please contact me for copyrights.
Self
Closed mind, Hard to find
A thought to think, Rarely do I blink
Lazy as I sit, Looking through the slit
Brings upon a dawn, To this futile mental brawn
Foresee the moments, Proud to be parents
Playing with children, Imagine you being them
Sail through the past, Mom’s love would long last
Dad ran slow to finish last
Ignorance, as we grew, To their hardships anew
Standing on our feet, Their love is tough to beat
Looking upon our issues, Urges to throw at life’s issues
As I close eyes and mind opens, Aware I now become of the problems
As I get back to earning, I give life a new meaning
Sun sets over the horizon, But never set down your reason.
Of self.
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