The Colour of my skin, is just a colour
The Religion I believe, Is only My belief
The money that I have, Is at my own cost
The freedom I am given is not always my choice
The love that I receive, Is often not enough
The love I can give is the amount that I choose to give
The food that I eat is often only temptations
The food that I need, may not be a choice
The air that I breathe, allows me to stay alive
The beauty of life is not understood
The importance of living is more than the speed of life
Nothing is natural
Beauty is lost
Words no longer meaningful
What we want
What we truly need
Is just the Beauty of Living
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
I loved this poem and agree with your thoughts and conclusion, though sad as they may be.... and this runs deep, though simply said. The beauty of life is not understood, the importance of living is more than the speed of life'....wow...I really love those words there..Great poem, Lyn
The beauty of life Is Neither colour nor religion But it is a transaction Of endless meaningful deeds
Great write! I agree wholeheartedly, Thank God he threw a wrench in my fan so I can now enjoy.
A wonderful poem, LYN, stressing the point - - What we truly need / Is just the Beauty of Living ! THANKS FOR SHARING!
The beauty of life is not understood The importance of living is more than the speed of life Nothing is natural Beauty is lost Words no longer meaningful What we want What we truly need Is just the Beauty of Living.........impressive expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.10
The importance of living is more than the speed of life................. this one line alone says it all. I admire your fundamental principles, and your ability to put them in to words. Another great poem.
Beautiful poem from your pen. This poem reflects in many angles. Many things may not be our choice. Yet, there may be something of our choice, or in other way we have to make some choice to make our life beautiful.....Very true said in few lines.... What we want What we truly need Is just the Beauty of Living Loved the way you presented it.
The Beauty of Living Enjoying each day The Beauty of Giving Makes it that way. May I be so bold as to assume that this was your beautiful message? The beauty of Poetry, says so much, in so few words and in such a beautiful way. In conclusion, you wrote a beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(The beauty of life is not understood) this line is the essence of your poem...though it is generally felt that such poems are the result of some grey phase of life!