You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, I really do not care.
Each of us dresses our own cape,
but to this World, we are born bare.
but to this World, we are born bare.
Some have tried the cloak of glory
Some have dressed the face of shame,
Some have died, but live forever,
while others lived without a name.
You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, it really does not matter.
Each of us has his own convictions,
but in this World, they often shatter.
Some have dared to reach the sky.
Some have stood strong on their own ground.
Some have swam beyond their dreams,
while other dreams were being drowned.
What really matters is not why we live our life.
It is how we live our why.
What really matters is to make the seconds count,
while time is passing by.
Photograph by Amorph
"Life and Death" http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorph/
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..i like your poems and your point on it..maybe im one of those who lives without a name and will die without a name..
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Alessandro. Simple and poignant.
ReplyDeleteLove the photograph, too.
This is beautiful... absolutely beautiful
ReplyDelete...in this world, they often shatter.
ReplyDeleteCoping with this, does it matter? You, an artist, express this clearly and beautifully.
It is the plight of all. Confronting this plight - creatively - is our salvation.
What a wonderful poem. Thank you so much for sharing it and BTW I do share the sentiment you expressed as well.
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem! Especially this: 'It is how we live our why'.
ReplyDeleteWell, actually the whole last part is really very good. Not just what it says, but also the rhythm. I really like the sound of it.
yeah.what a wonderful poem. keep up the spirit and push your limit.
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I like the thought of "how we live our why" lovely line.
ReplyDeleteSome have tried the cloak of glory
ReplyDeleteSome have dressed the face of shame,
Some have died, but live forever,
while others lived without a name.
Love this chunk of poem!
Gostei muito, muito muito. Ter alguém a nosso lado é uma optima razao para viver.
ReplyDeleteAdorei. É inquietante!
ReplyDeleteFazia tanto tempo que não lia uma poesia...
ReplyDeleteHi, I have liked here... it is very nice... i will be back... kiss
ReplyDeleteSo good!!!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutamente de acordo.
ReplyDeleteBeijos
This is a good example of where the rhyme scheme hurts an otherwise good poem. It lends a plodding pace to the poem, especially apparent in the last two stanzas.
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