#goodpoem
Our birth is
but a day closer to death.
Naked stark we come to fore—
the very inception, we long for more.
A kid, toddler, child,
in sweet candies, delights.
Like a jagged anchor gripping the shore;
incessantly, we long for more.
To youths, the beauty entices.
Passions unbridled, virtue or vices.
Fancy, dreams, imagination that soar.
In void and plenty, we long for more.
Senility that knocks the deck down.
And death that brings an eternal crown.
On pyre, in coffin, or hearse:
the things that we abhor.
Scrambling—not we—they long for more.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high and you want to smile , but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quite.
life is strange with its twists and turns,
As every one of us learns,
When they might have won they stuck it out,
Don’t give up even if the pace is slow,
You may succeed in another blow.
Success is a “failure” turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hits,
It’s when things seems worse that you must not quite.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 5:45 PM UTC