When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
