Your Life, It Waits For You... - Poem by Hasan Ali
Your life, it waits for you,
will you go and seize it?
Like an empty canvas, it lies there waiting
for you, the artist, to come and complete it
So take the palette full of every colour known to us,
and some not known in fact
And paint away at it busily, create your own abstract
painting, whether it be black as night or raw blood red
Or murky grey, like things left unsaid.
Create the shapes that will shape you forever
in the form of relationships coming together
or breaking apart - if it must be so, let it be,
let the different paints spill and seep
into one another for if it weren't for broken dreams,
new ones would never be created.
Let the colours strike out, whether they be rosy or agitated!
For what a tragedy it would be,
were the painter to blend into the portrait of life,
only to weep and wonder why he didn't paint it
himself. Let the colours weep for you as they melt
and let not it be your memory, bringing people at war with themselves
Paint your portrait artist! Don't worry about leaving it incomplete,
I promise you when I tell you this and I'm not known to deceive,
Begin your painting and it will complete itself.
Your life, it waits for you!
Will you go and seize it?
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