Why am I here?
Why do I have
to stay alive?
Why can't I have
each minute
of my
left to live
Life?
Taken.
Purified.
Simplified.
Wrapped.
Sent then, to the
very needy ones.
How many are those
who could make
happiness flow
if only could
be kept
alive
for
a
minute
more? !
profound questions... one can only live and find the answers...
.............wow this is an original idea I feel....adding this write to my poem collection.....loved the form, also...
I want to stay alive for a few more times of happiness, then I'll beg more... Oh! there happiness is, taking a nap in the middle of the day! ! hahahah I sometimes feeeeeeel myself needy for happiness, and am afraid how much more needy I will be....
Elena, I love this poem. Deep questions asked in a moment of darkness(?) Would it be nice or cruel if we can give away some of time to others? I am not so sure, Elena. One thing I am sure, that life is something with ups and downs, With darkness and sunrises I am quite sure that soon people will be willing to give some their minutes or even hours of day to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life has to be lived out...! . There may be ups and downs, but they are not permanent... hard times will follow joyful times.... So cheer up! A moving write!