I can
foresee my time, sometimes
My life
It's as simple as we come
and go;
Ending days
and nights.
And it is ceaseless
Thinking of the
past
Thinking of
the future
Days and
nights
Of darkness,
in my go in the future,
it seems;
Desolate,
depressing, dying, penniless, no one to turn on
Suck in the
swarthiness; no one care.
And the past
was more dreadful than the future.
Why worry
now?
Who needs
yesterdays?
Who needs
tomorrow?
Look at the
stars
Shining
tonight
Those
thoughts
I leave now,
all,
And live now,
Now, it’s
bright
With the self-love
and self-care
And with the
trust and the truth inside
Keep me alright,
now.
nice poem-simple and sincere
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherab!
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ReplyDeleteNice Lines.....
Thanks Tshewang for your comment
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