A poetic question. Thoughts.

[Moriarty]

Me.

The first time you see a child play in the snow.
The first time you stop and see the night sky

The first time, you love and you know.
The first time your heart breaks and you cry.

This is life, with all its wonders.
This is life sometimes ripped asunder.

All you have is the will to carry on.
The will to be someone.

History changes us,
Life arranges us,

But only we,
Actually see,

Me.

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

The best poem I seen on here in a long time, thanks for sharing.

 

[Moriarty]

The best poem I seen on here in a long time, thanks for sharing.

Drunken thinking can sometimes be good for the soul