Grab It Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Grab It

Sometimes when things fall apart
I just wish I could pick them up,
I was told, opportunity comes once
and that I should grab it
with both hands,
But sometimes I found myself
holding the wings of the bird unto my hand when it has long gone.

I live in a cold world
where everything changes like the whether,
Prediction seem so fictional
like the story in the magazine,
I have no one who
wanna hold my hand
and walk me out of this mess.


Author: Lyricist

Date: October 2019