Young and foolish,
Wish to fall as they may,
Thou shall think different,
In the last light of day.
Older and happy,
Ever wishing for another way,
Things will seem worth it,
When today refuses stay.
Aging and alive,
Willing fate to sway,
Have faith in yourself,
When the bright becomes grey.
Mature and still curious,
More questions to display,
Answers will become clear,
With the skies last say.
With all of us pure and smiling
up at the last light of day,
We accept it as another mark,
In the game we must play.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
