Old people: Grateful, happy, tired. Wise, determined, unafraid.
Wanting to be both. Ignorant to not know how to lie. Fragile, so others won’t drop me off.
Trying to be like each. Tired just to help myself take a rest. Unafraid to take big risks.
What does it take to live? Frankly, I am truly scared of breathing.
Breathing in deception and animosity.
When we get a little older, our dreams Become extinct; starting to vanish. Our soul grows and matures but we Tend to undergo the same things. Over… and over… and over again.
I suppose this is the time we doubt Who we want ourselves to be. We are losing are own sunlight, We are leading our own selves To misery. To unvisited lotus land.
Let’s accomplish our childhood once again. Let’s make our idyllic realm a part Of this limited reality.
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About emanilapoetry emanilapoetry formally opened on 19 June 2005 and is an online community of more than 400 writers and poets from various countries. As at 28 Sept 2007, this site has more 6,862 poem entries in archives.
