There was a boy,
whose life was lucky--
With his innocent smile
and words so smooth,
Whatever he wanted, granted;
whatever mistake done, forgiven.
He never thought
about other people's
feelings
but his,
yet his life was happy.
There was another boy,
whose life was unfortunate--
With his creepy smile
and stutter as he spoke,
Given his best, unappreciated;
Made a mistake, scolded.
He always thought
too much about
other people's
feelings
but his:
Oh, how sad his life is!
Such is life:
Only fair
to those who are
born lucky.
HBY,
7 December 2020,
11.29pm.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
