So often you stumble and fall...
And trying to see a reason behind it all,
The mind starts playing a wicked game.
The reason is that you aren't always the same.
So often you pride and doubt...
And don't even try to figure cause out,
It's better just stroll with confident strides.
The reason is that you have different sides.
Write comment. A great start, Alexandra. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Witty philosophical poem, nicely encapsulated in persuasive poetic diction with artistic brilliance. Lovely motivational piece in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Alexandra.