Gift

One hour, two hours…

Fifth one, fiftieth one…

That’s how the world

Passes you by

You play the role

Of an observer

In the stage of life

You’re overacting

Why hide?

Why pretend?

And grit your teeth?

Be yourself for once

Take the mask off

Reject the rules

With smile side by side

Run barefoot

Across the purple meadow

In the center of universe

Feel the taste of a laugh

Feel the touch of a breath

And in this madness stay

Stay and live

Take others with you

Every lonely soul

Who’s forgotten

That life is for living.

That life is a gift…

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9 thoughts on “Gift

  1. I love this poem and identify with its perspective. It also provides a contrast with other recent entries of yours, such as the superbly written [‘Bang!], in terms of its central message. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future.

  2. Love it! Do you know this quote? “The past is history, the future is a mystery, and today is a gift, that’s why we call it ‘present'”. I think is from Deepak Chopra 🙂

    Thanks for following me, but most of all, thank you for your poems 🙂

    Sincerely,
    Daniela

  3. Pingback: Saturday Poetry Sampler #5 – Such A Saturday « Lyrical Anarchy

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