Life
In school I was high
Ecstatic from life
Time passes by
A movement to strife
Behind on my dues
Far ahead of the past
Hard to fill my own shoes
How long can this last?
A grandmother at home
Teaches old patience
Roots are so known
Sewn through generations
Work and more classes
Is a trial of balance
Time simply passes
Oh, what a challenge
Yesterday was my youth
Tomorrow I'm old
Today is the truth
Or is that too bold?
Love is the means
With hope being key
So many new dreams
A father to be
A beginning or end
Neither can you find
Family, friends
And one peace of mind
This poem is about:
Me
Our world