Ask the poet, he will tell you a secret.
A secret that they never say to you,
The gods and goddesses envy us.
Yes, they envy us because we're mortals,
We could enjoy our lives, not just living for eternity in boredom.
Since any moment might be our last time,
And we will never be here ever again.
YOU ARE READING
Henry's poetry
Poetrymy randomness in this was.. unexpected. note that the author of this collection is 13 years old.
