We create the textures of our soul,
from the young all the way to our old.
Some soft as downing,
some hard as nails.
Some fast as gazelles,
Some slower than snails.
But the textures differ as time goes on,
Of which we seem to all grow fond.
Some change as our time goes by,
Some fade away, viewed of eye.
But the texture of it that rubs one raw,
Will be what really remains, in anothers craw!
the importance of the texture is brilliantly described in last two lines! Indeed a brilliant work. Carry on rgds
'We all create the textures of our soul, from the young all the way to our old.' for these lovely lines 10 from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the texture of this piece; we are always responsible for our actions and choices, which define who we are ant any point in our lives' journey; you have captured this ideal exquisitely. -Joe