irenio irenaeus bero


There is nothing you see me doing
That hasn’t been done
There is nothing you hear me saying
That hasn’t been said before
My soul is a just a replica
Of past deeds giving fruits in its own time
Nothing is new to my eyes
Maybe a little different but in the end they are parallel visions
Sailing my mind with different levels of imagination
I sing and jump harmoniously
At the joy I live
Hoping they fade away happily
From this life I live

Sometimes I asked myself
What’s missing in this life of mine?
I look around and envision many joys I wished I had
Maybe many more pretty things
Maybe many more years to live
Is what I wish never missed in the picture!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2009

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/14/2009 12:29:00 PM)

    Each life is a master piece if looked at in that perspective

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