Thursday, 9 March 2017

Lost motive (poem)

Does he feel dead?
Does he feel scared?
Born amidst a race against time and yielding so little in return
Have you lost your touch?
Have you forgotten how to love yourself ?
Comparing your light with your brothers darkness is no way to live life
Hurting yourself so to make your brother a happy lad
No time to do these fairly odd small jobs, I say
I'll do it some other day
Not thoughtful enough to know that your everyday other work depends on these odd jobs
And so he has lost his motive

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