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Life gets simple
Liberated from the womb
The world greets us warmly
Reassures our soul
Allows us infinite room
To integrate to the world we see
The world’s so small
Within these tight four walls
Life gets rough
Time purges the simplicity
Mother Nature introduces winter
Sweetness grows tough
All that our childlike habits want to be
Begins to falter
This world’s growing with age
Faster than I can write the pages
Life’s rivers grew high
As the rains bombard the seas
Struggle through the days
Asking how and why
Time doesn’t stop for pleas
The present doesn’t stay
What we know becomes what we knew
When the wish to grow comes true
Draw a line in the sand
Stop the encroaching darkness
Learn from the mistakes
Of those who around you stand
Don’t let conquered be your happiness
Life is journey of high stakes
Don’t wear down to a dull gray
Let your full color shine forever stay
Liberated from the womb
The world greets us warmly
Reassures our soul
Allows us infinite room
To integrate to the world we see
The world’s so small
Within these tight four walls
Life gets rough
Time purges the simplicity
Mother Nature introduces winter
Sweetness grows tough
All that our childlike habits want to be
Begins to falter
This world’s growing with age
Faster than I can write the pages
Life’s rivers grew high
As the rains bombard the seas
Struggle through the days
Asking how and why
Time doesn’t stop for pleas
The present doesn’t stay
What we know becomes what we knew
When the wish to grow comes true
Draw a line in the sand
Stop the encroaching darkness
Learn from the mistakes
Of those who around you stand
Don’t let conquered be your happiness
Life is journey of high stakes
Don’t wear down to a dull gray
Let your full color shine forever stay
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First new poem in a very long time. This is about the difference between conquering life and being conquered by it. An important lesson I hope my daughter can learn from me instead of on her own.
© 2014 - 2024 Everthesame807
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Interesting poem. Life is hard. The older we get, the harder it is. Sometimes I ask myself, why is it this way? How will I find my way? Life is so confusing. It doesn't get any clearer with time until we've already removed ourselves from the situation.