I have sometimes wondered what God’s view on his creations would be. If he exists, have we lived up to his expectations? That thought led to a conversation that inspired this poem.

Poem.

This being how most of us feel about ourselves, and how we try so hard to hide the parts in which we hate and never want those around us to see.

A choice when all good things has passed…

Trying to reach your potential.

Limerick.

A poem about that feeling you get when you don’t want to admit that the good times are over.

A memory I will never forget.

This is a synical look at life in general. The poem tries to paint a picture of hope that often springs before us only to show its real face later when we analyse in hindsight. Nothing is as it seems. The world is full of people whose hopes and dreams will surely be dashed but we needn’t think this is a bad thing. Just an opportunity to shine even more than we ever did before.