I am not a poet. Ahh, probably a frustrated one. Anyway, I made a li'l sum'ing sum'ing while I was at the hospital last Friday.
I've seen you all laugh
I've heard you cry
And when it's not enough
We all wish that we could fly
We've felt the coldness,
the animosity of nature
The fact of life that there's no pretenses
And the idea that were damned creatures
The vanity of our brothers
Caused too much seizure
That eventually led to separation of others
And the reason of our inevitable failure
For our whole life
We are in Pursuit of Happiness
Ironically, with guns and knife
We've come to think that we are hopeless
We are all have been lead to pray
Listen to what our heart dictates
And to make the most of our short stay
Here on Earth, when everything duplicatesI know, I know, you cannot even consider it a poem with the rhyming. Yeah, it sucks for a poem.
Personally, I think I made sense. Ahh, just don't mind that I tried making it as a poem. Think of it as an article I made or just another blog entry. Probably, it wouldn't suck that much.
