Imagine This Poem by Giselle Joseph

Imagine This



Gestures are like door mats
trampled upon.

Suggestions are like waste baskets refuse
discarded of.

Time is like the wind
casually passing by.

Love is like the a grenade
exploding in seconds.

Family are like strangers
exposed to all dangers.

Friendship blossoms tall
and withers before fall.

Words spoken in measures
yet hidden like stolen treasures.

People are here today
tomorrow their spirits fly away.

Lifes' unforseen kiss
Can you imagine this?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
I Am Charlie 12 June 2009

hmmm. imagine it? yes. some of it can be counted in reality. but not all. nuh-uh.

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