Sometimes, though we can not speak,
our thoughts are long forgotten.
Sometimes, though we can not see,
We are led astray.
Sometimes, though we can not sing,
A song plays itself.
Sometimes, though we have one day left,
Life continues.
Some other times, there is no time left,
We spend one minute more.
Some other times, we are to hungry to eat,
We feed others.
Some other times, though we are wordless,
The rhythms kills our silence.
Adding a little more to what we already have.
Even if it might be too late.
Too late to read, too late to write.
Too late to die, but it's never too late to live.
To live as we want to be remembered
For we shall be remembered
However we choose to live.
YOU ARE READING
The Light In Me
PoetryThe first page of a new anthology I hear the sound of my favorite words Like art, music and photography. I see the footprints of my past and thoughts. Feeling of excitement from my fingertips The words of understanding from my bare lips. I can'...
