The world promised a great deal of plenty,
So many promises we made to ourselves,
We dreamt thousands of dreams,
We would be remarkable, remembered, great.
Then out of blue,
Life so real, indefinite, cruel,
Textured so weird with breath of fear,
Face ungracious, cold as steel,
Depreciated our promises,
And dispersed our greatest dreams.
All that was left are gray, monotone days,
A diversely sculptured ways given to each one of us,
Not even a tad bit of envisioned enormity we held so dearly.
Now each of us has little dreams to ease the pain,
Each has a burden to carry around,
Only rare reach through the gray,
While many pretend and prevaricate.
Nevertheless, hope is there,
A small stone inside our shoes,
Rests there to remind us to smile,
No point to wait for inane promises.
Despite the odds,
Meant to be cherished, savored,
Life holds hidden gems along journeys to our faiths,
Sing, smile, share, help and spread the love.
The happy is not the one who has all the one needs,
Happiness resides in seemingly insignificant things.
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It doesn't matter what you do nor how you live as long as you smile and spread the love around you. Place the joy in your heart and in the hearts of others, and you'll achieve essential happiness and greatness.
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
