Are we really like a sheet,
Blowing in the wind,
In a long line with others,
Not sure when its time to
Get taken away.
Perhaps we are weeds,
Have a purpose for a little
While then are trampled on
As if we don't matter.
Maybe we are clouds,
Wondering a long so the sky,
Looks colorful and then
We quietly drift along,
To another domain to remain,
Until were needed no more.
I really hope we are something,
That is useful to some one else,
For if I were a nothing,
It would surely be hell.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | May 2, 2011 - 11:11
Hi Prettyrose,
I think for sure, you are very important. To have
written this fantastic poem, shows how important
you are.
The truth is anyone who has the insperation to write
is useful, their words are inspiring.
I like this poem, because it makes you think.
Jenny.
Prettyrose | May 2, 2011 - 14:37
Aww Thank you Jenny :) I hope you are as well can be :)))) It means a lot to me your comments and you could spare the time to read my poem.
I am not sure I would describe this poem fantastic but appreciate meaning behind it :))))
Take care
Keep Writing,
Keep Smiling :)))