We have long hope but life is too short,
Every moment we are just making flirt!
We pretend that we are never going to die,
We readily forget our future, must feel shy!
Every second we are creeping toward death,
And the horrible moment of our last breath!
Very few of us really think of our destiny,
Yet we all are walking along that journey!
When a little sorrow comes we become upset,
But at the time we realize, that is already late!
Our life is decaying steadily like a candle,
It’s only a single candle, not a lot in bundle!
We all need to try to best utilize our time,
Before the tune is over when we hear a rhyme!
Though a little moment of happiness we ignore,
We’re going to miss it forever and can’t explore!
We need to make our candle like life enjoyable,
Though whatever little we have, we are capable!
Candle burning in the wind, decays too fast,
Plan for the future, don’t hold only the past!
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Author: Shawon1982.
Source: http: //www.postpoems.org/authors/shawon1982/poem/772638
We all preoccupied with what life is living around us, it beauty sides, it great shape, everything....although it created with wisdom underneath but no one sees it clearly except for the eyes that really can seek beauty behind each ugliness in real life....because in dirty water there is actually a purity that we never seen but it is, just with dirts_Soul
Love your imagery and thought. It reminds me somewhat of a poem I once wrote. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Roseann & U_S glad to read your lovely comments :)