His reasons to live disappeared fast,
Like coins from the clinched fist of a
Kid on the loose at the carnival.
Looking at the supine, shrouded-in-white
Body, the onlookers wondered;
‘But why? Why did he do this?’
Refusing to see the obvious that
It’s to live one needs reasons, not to die.
4 comments:
Blue moon frequents more than you do on the Blog.
The lines are well crafted and the askance worth asking, an enquiry!
But it can also be "when living", there has to be a reason to die . don't you see what I mean?
I appreciate the sarcasm and assume that I can give blue moon a run for its money :) Thanks for your constant encouragement. I guess I got your point. I would like to paraphrase it; 'If you don’t have reasons better you find some' :)
oops. the poet is back!
The so- called poet!
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