Within Those Twenty-Four Hours Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Moments of life are absolutely Precious and lovely If they are lived or They are felt lovely... Amid those twenty-four hours We sometimes become tired and Exhausted with what we see, With what we hear, With what touch, With what smell, and With what we taste... We live those moments of sufferings and Pains willingly and unwillingly To be or not to be... We have choices, options, and We have many other things... We often become satisfied or Unsatisfied anytime.... We have to live those daily Twenty-fours just to let things go Smoothly or even anyway... We sometimes suffer from everyone and Even from everything around us... We go like this from that pretty sunrise Up into that pretty sunset... We beautifully revolve with the Earth which we stand on it Just to taste our life as it goes... ______________________________________________________________________