Our lives...
are poems
by our very own hands were written...
were made.
Many
may read them.
Many
may see them.
But only a few would appreciate them...
Only a few
would bother to ask
would bother to care
why they were created.
and molded the way they are.
Only a few..
would mind to read us through..
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Written September 24,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many may read them. Many may see them. But only a few would appreciate them... true, true. really nice poem. :)