An active mind
Chases ahead
Idealistic paths mapped
In high expectations trapped
More than living in the moment
We cannot
Every day
Becomes a lifetime
Soon
Soon
Everyday a lifetime
Accumulated pain
Collected in baskets
Woven with laughter
Chasing the sun
In the shadows
Life all about
Ups and downs
With the special moments we are crowned
With special moments
Memories made to keep
Eventually chasing pain
To the scrapheap
New seeds
Grow amongst fallen trees
Watered with tears
Only the living weeps
Gradually
From misery we can creep
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-07-23 (typed, but
written sometime earlier).
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