My life is a mess,
I've done everything wrong,
on the urge of a moment
I sing the wrong song.
I sing what is sung
to a different tune,
when I sing the sun,
and they the moon.
I guess I'm just odd,
or is that unique,
as I always stand out,
outside of the clique.
The many are more
in a crowd or a throng,
and I am just me
singing my song
Every man must sing his own song Lest his sands run out too soon And when time keeper hits the gong We should go smiling at the moon......... A thought provoking poem of yours sir and a very good one at that. I invite you to my page too for your valuable comments.
it's good to be different...who wants to be ordinary...not me
Thanks for the comment Edward. Nice to know my poems are still being read.
There are many obstacles in life; but, we can still change after many mistakes. Nice work.
My dear friend, life is a show In life each one of us is a beau Earth revolves around its axis and the sun Strange interactions make life a real fun If we all were the same Fitted in the same frame Without fame and blame Life would be a dull game Music also has eight notes Their unique pitching ragas float Diverse instruments a symphony create Bass and treble are life's musical traits No one is ever out of tune Diversity is life's blessed boon
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I would like to translate this poem
Everyone must realise their uniqueness and be proud of it. Thanks for sharing. Please review my poem Isthmus Of Pain And Joy