Delivered Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Delivered



Different expression on each face, As we run our race, considering time not space, we all have our own pace, swimming our ocean, making the shore our passion, journeying to see another day in history, filling the archive on nature's memory, we live creating memories, noting our loses and victories, knowing that time spent is irreplaceable and competition in life is inevitable, life is a game of survival and its for the fittest, we live it to the fullest, creating paths as long as life flows along like a song, leaving our own trace for other to embrace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success