Try Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

Try

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Sometimes it feels bad when the ones you think are with you are too far,
Like the stars in the sky which twinkle in the dark.
The ones you lean on for something and all it turns out to be a mirage,
When the world starts to seem small which appeared so large.
As the things start to fall one by one,
When debt becomes high and all you have is none.
I know the feeling of losing even after trying,
The words people use when you are crying.
At times there’s a feeling-‘I’m nothing but just a piece of human form’,
Who has been left out by the society’s norms?
You feel to cut and let the pain out,
Give rest to your voice without even a last shout?
When the dark surrounds you and you want to quit,
As giving up starts to seem a lot easier than to fight and get hit!

But is it why you suffered so much?
To quit and give up without even giving ‘try’ a touch.
Though the day seems dull and rainy today,
But tomorrow will be brighter with your struggle smiling in sun’s ray.
Today you may face the hardest hit,
But it will only let the future smile a bit.
Easy is nothing than to quit,
But only if you want to be mere pieces and bit.
Today is tomorrow turned out reality,
Or it can become a past of incorrigible quality.
Though giving up can be done with ease,
But don’t give up please.
No one’s beside you and you are all alone,
It only means you’re free to build your destiny on your own.
Your voice can be heard if you want
But only if you’ll leave the past or it’ll haunt.
When there’s darkness you can light a candle,
It’s your life you can and have to handle.
Live in the moment and let the past die,
It’s all up to you, before giving up give it a try.

Saturday, April 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: failure,success,trying
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just a simple poem for self motivation, was written to remind anyone and myself included of the worth of trying for ones own self and no matter what proving this life with chances..
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ace Of Black Hearts 13 April 2013

Amen to the here and now. Sometimes it is so hard to be proud of just who you are. When they say that person has character, but it isn't what he has done that makes up that character. It is what he has become. The march among the silent drum. Approval is not needed to do what's right. It should be automatic to one who hasn't yet given up. Like a reflex one is too rise. Holding out his hand as if he can touch the skies. And maybe someday he just might

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