My life is a mess,
I've done everything wrong,
on the urge of a moment
I sing the wrong song.
I sing what is sung
to a different tune,
when I sing the sun,
and they the moon.
I guess I'm just odd,
or is that unique,
as I always stand out,
outside of the clique.
The many are more
in a crowd or a throng,
and I am just me
singing my song
You seem to be quite a character - I like that sometimes. Can identify with this poem, I'm uniquely just me, a mere poet. At times my life is a mess and I can't seem to get things right either. That's what they call life. Nice poem, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
The first stanza is very interesting, as everyone of us feel the same way at one point of our times, thinking how many of us have lived a perfect life, which means without making indecisive decisions! ! ! ! I Thank you for sharing your thought..
it's good to be different...who wants to be ordinary...not me
Thanks for the comment Edward. Nice to know my poems are still being read.
There are many obstacles in life; but, we can still change after many mistakes. Nice work.
My dear friend, life is a show In life each one of us is a beau Earth revolves around its axis and the sun Strange interactions make life a real fun If we all were the same Fitted in the same frame Without fame and blame Life would be a dull game Music also has eight notes Their unique pitching ragas float Diverse instruments a symphony create Bass and treble are life's musical traits No one is ever out of tune Diversity is life's blessed boon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ODD ONE OUT has come OUT quite well sir....I note you are a severe critique....Hope to interest you in my poems just to see why your criticism........ does what......... of my poetry.Loads of Love and regards.I am looking to be friends with you.....