Dear Mr. Life Poem by Buddha Poornima Chinna Murugan

I believe I was brought up well
though causing and facing troubles were on the go.
Felt proud often of how virtuous I am still
sometimes killing righteous in me that dwell
Looking back on the shattered self I decide not to show.

Once every now and then
I count on the disappointments of mine.
Picking up failed pieces that are already broken,
I stand in front of a mirror to convenience am fine.

Once in awhile I desperately ostracize myself
trying to reach that one person says
Dear Mr.Life am sorry I didn't give what you deserved.
Maybe be tomorrow I will :) .