Life it seems
Is something we take for granted.
Something we cannot grasp
The meaning of,
And when it is over
We cannot be redeemed
It seems…
Aim to get somewhere,
In life.
Set goals,
Make targets.
But concentrate …
Do not ogle at your target
Or you will lose sight of
Your arrow.
Recognise those in your life
Most important to you.
Get to know your parents
And your friends –
You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Hope is something we all
Hope for
Because to hope is to have
Motivation and drive
And something to look forward to.
If you have not got hope
You have not got anything to live for -
Unless you already have
What it is you hope to have.
Disappointments are a big part of life -
The biggest part of life.
Move on…
Or try to.
Mistakes are inevitable.
When you encounter one,
Do not look where you fell –
Instead look where you slipped,
And dispose of the banana peel.
Perseverance is a must have:
If you fall down,
Get back up.
But how can you get back up
If you can’t stop falling?
We work all our lives –
All our lives
To get nowhere in the end…
It seems.
Those more fortunate than others
Though,
Live a life of luxury –
Fast cars, big house, and vintage wine.
A life worth living:
A life better than mine.
Governments are taking over –
People like me don’t have a say
In how our own country is run:
How we go to war
Only to try
To achieve reduced fuel prices
And after all the
Shells have been fired, and all the
Bombs have been dropped
It seems the price of oil has
In fact risen –
Pointless wars have to be stopped…
Time heals all wounds:
Both physical and mental –
That’s what they say anyway.
But what if the wound is so big
And the hurt is so great
That time stands still?
To tell lies is natural –
In small quantities.
To tell excessive lies is quite dangerous,
You see:
How many arrows can one fire
Straight up,
Before the first one comes
Back down?
Aspire to be something,
Someone to remember.
Those always remembered
Are never forgotten.
But if you are never forgotten,
Are you always remembered?
…Think about it.
Eyes are wonderful things:
If one looks with eyes wide open,
One can see to the horizon.
If one looks with eyes shut,
One can see much further.
Eyes have their limitations.
The mind does not.
To be able to smile
Is to have a gift.
If you have the gift:
Don’t overdo it,
Don’t use it to intimidate -
Smile like you mean it
If you have an opportunity
To do something and
Get somewhere –
Take it.
But at the same time,
Be careful:
Opportunities are surrounded by
Difficulties –
And outnumbered.
And, ahhh – girls…
I understand some –
Not all, and not none.
How I would love
To wake up everyday next to
The girl of my dreams
But not to be –
Is what it seems…
Love is something we all long to have.
Something that, if found,
Can transform a dull life into
Into a wonderful time spent –
Something that can turn a black flower stem
Into a blooming daffodil.
Love, if not found, makes us
Sad,
Depressed,
Suicidal,
And regretting every moment.
I don’t like being messed around with -
It is a sign of ignorance and disrespect.
I don’t like being flirted with –
It unveils all my weaknesses:
They outnumber my strengths.
Friends are something to be treasured…
People who think they have fifty friends,
Most likely have none.
People who think they have no friends,
Most definitely have none.
A friend is someone who
Takes care of you,
Gives you a shoulder to lean on,
And backs you up – even when they know you’re wrong.
It is a pity:
Most of us will never find a true friend
All of us who are alive –
Were born.
This is a fact of life.
All of us who are alive –
Will die.
This is a fact of death.
I wish I was a rock –
Rocks can’t be hurt;
Rocks cannot cry;
Rocks cannot die.
The only downside of being a rock
Is that they lead boring lives,
Like me – so in some ways, I am a rock.
Where do we go,
After we’re gone?
Do we go to Heaven?
Nobody knows.
Do we go to Hell?
Nobody knows.
There is no decision to make
After we pass the gates of death –
There is only one path:
The infinitely long path that
Keeps us occupied
While we are dead.
I wish I could make my days count –
Instead I count
Them,
Until one day, I will be able to count
No longer –
I will be six feet underground with thousands of
Others just like me,
Side by side.
People will bring flowers –they will lay
Them,
When they do – if they do,
From my grave, I will thank
Them,
And hope that they make their days count,
Unlike me, and…
