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POEM TITLED: WHAT LIFE SHOULD BE

POEM SERIES #4.

To learn while still a child

What life is meant to be

To know it goes beyond myself

Is so much more than me

To overcome the tragedies

To survive the hardest times

To face those moments filled with pain

And still manage to be kind

To fight for those who can’t themselves

To always share my light

With those who wander in the dark

To love with all my might

To still stand up with courage

Though standing on my own

To still get up and face each day

Even when I feel alone

To try and understand the ones

That no one cares to know

And make them feel some value

When the world has let them go

To be an anchor, strong and true

That person, loyal to the end

To be a constant source of hope

To my family and my friends

To live a life of decency

To share my heart and soul

To always say I’m sorry

When I’ve harmed both friend and foe

To be proud of whom I’ve tried to be

And this life I choose to live

To make the most of everyday

By giving all I’m able to give

To me that’s what life should be

To me that’s what is for

To take what God has given me And make it so much more

BY: Pat A. Fleming

A very inspiring poem by Pat A. Fleming. This is actually one of my favourite poems. Enjoy 🙂

POEM TITLED: THE LAST PAGE.

POEM SERIES #1.

A sound sleep after crossing the line.

Perseverance, the secret, a key.

On this long voyage

As old as time.

An ongoing course with both origin and end.

This river, where the waves

Are forever in tranquility or disarray.

Its sweet waters

Like a comforting embrace.

And bitter flows

A fatal contagion.

A quest, race, test.

For survival, for rest.

And I too have been in this long race

Since I was first brought forth

Under the crimson morn.

Alone on my raft.

My only comrade, a golden compass.

The masses have different vessels from one another

And get capsized offentimes.

Some fade away or wander by the river bank.

This voyagers set out but never cross the line.

But I would never pause till I reach my rest.

Till the end is nigh, I wouldn’t stop

When the sun was apex

I made myself another vessel

A fine boat of many colours.

Again, I continued to seek nature’s rest

In the eve of the day

When time seemed endless likewise this quest.

My mind, heavy with qualm.

As I approach bitter waters

I smile; despite the raging waves

I could make out the river’s end

Just a few moments away

I see rest on the other side

A hoary mist; the deepest of night

His wings of sleep spread abroad

And arms ajar

For a sweet embrace

It’s just a few moments away

I can’t wait

Till night falls

Till the end

By: Brief Talks

This is a poem I wrote about life illustrated as a voyage on the river. Please Enjoy!

I like writing poetry because it’s a way for me to express myself and relieve stress. I hope my writing inspires you.