A poem I wrote this week, which I hope is quite self-explanatory 🙂 Thanks for reading!
The little things
Fall in love and live merrily, until
the bells ring and you sing
on the most beautiful day of your life!
A book’s ending, it is the beginning.
You hope, and days add on.
You move, and you choose
a house for your budget, a present for each muppet,
year, after year, after year,
while they grow old far away from where you are.
You wait, and days add on.
A wonder, a miracle!
A new life enters yours in tears and joy,
as they start dying of old age
and others divide their lives’ worth.
You live, and days add on.
You fight to agree over main and silly.
“Compromise” is a word with a new meaning and
“lovers’ love” loses its standing
in those busy days filled with laughs and fear.
You age, and days add on.
They eat at your soul those days.
Little by little, they feed on hope
leaving fatigue in their wake.
Dreams slowly vanish, sorrow becomes childish.
And yet… Yet!
You try, and days add on.