Poetry

Life and Truth

Ways that you pass by
In your whole life, and leave the track behind
For your companions to find;
Where you are now?
Do you feel down if they get you in loss?
Or stand tall if they see you in plenty?
But you forget to remind them as your own…
And the game of relations, you never won!

A Poem to tell the life-story as a raw reality. It happens often (if I say always, it’d be wrong). Let’s learn to remember all as they were once, relations are to be carried for a life only… Why to be afraid for that?