Life Is A Day Poem by lorife tilbe

When is the day?
that a thing will be mine
To call it as our own,
without others to claim it by.

When is the right time?
that a precious moment will have
To name it as ours,
without somebody's precence.

When is the place?
that a special moment will do
To see it as the real beauty,
without evrybody's awareness.

I'm waiting for that something.
Please come out.
I'm just here waiting in vain.
And embracing the goodness of life.