I wish to stay,
I wish to stay at bay,
which is why I drifted away.
Like migratory birds I fly
far from where I belong,
to return to my home,
when the season is right
to be ,where I forever long !
Not always in life
Can we stick thick,
can we be the way
we should have been.
Life permits not all,
Yet it permits to call,
Call to sing the longings,
Live in cheer with heart yearning…
Life's roads aren't straight
. they meander, criss -cross,
move along in circles.
We walk the figure of eight,
may be we reach the place we wish to be
a little late,
We may not arrive ever
to where we belong.
One day will be special
One morning will be rain
Darkness will be over,
Celebration will be made
Just need to have patience
during this pain.
I wish to stay at bay,
which is why I drifted away.
Like migratory birds I fly
far from where I belong,
to return to my home,
when the season is right
to be ,where I forever long !
Not always in life
Can we stick thick,
can we be the way
we should have been.
Life permits not all,
Yet it permits to call,
Call to sing the longings,
Live in cheer with heart yearning…
Life's roads aren't straight
. they meander, criss -cross,
move along in circles.
We walk the figure of eight,
may be we reach the place we wish to be
a little late,
We may not arrive ever
to where we belong.
One day will be special
One morning will be rain
Darkness will be over,
Celebration will be made
Just need to have patience
during this pain.
What's represent "we walk the figure of eight" ?
ReplyDeleteThis poem is full of hope or optimistic 👍🏻🙏