The Story Of A Girl Called Life - Poem by Ivy Christou
Once there was a little girl
Her mother was Love
And her father was Wisdom.
She was christened by Fate
When she was one
And since then she adored her godmother.
At school she was not very popular,
And some kids were mean to her.
Especially Egoism, Laziness and Malice
Were giving her a hard time.
But she had good friends to support her
All the way through
And her parents were always willing to help.
After she finished school
She lost contact with Innocence and Naiveté.
Their paths were now separated,
But she still remembered them
and sometimes with nostalgia.
But somehow with Experience and Courage
They remained friends for a long time
And their friendship became stronger
as time passed by.
Somehow in a strange game of Fate
Somewhere inside my mind’s abyss,
In a moment with a horizontal clepsydra,
Our paths joined
And since then we are friends.
Sometimes she runs
And I’m walking.
So I’m left behind
And then she stops
To give me the chance to catch up.
Sometimes she is too tough
And I’m too weak.
So we fight, I get angry
And we compromise at the end.
But sometimes she is sweet,
Like an angel
And I don’t want to let her go.
The little girl has now become
A loving friend,
A precious mentor
A wise lady..
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