It is amazing how fast we grew up, how fast time passed by
Within years, a lot of memory accumulates, while others die
We meet people today, and tomorrow, they might be gone
Yet we wonder when will be our turn to sleep under the stones
There's a lot of stuff we wish we had done when we were younger
Like apologizing, sharing and holding back our anger
There's a lot of stuff we hope we will do when we are older
Like forgiving, treating and being a soft shoulder
With age, our health deteriorates and the mind losses control
But when we reach that state, nothing matters at all
We might not recognize our reflection in the mirror anymore
And maybe then, with time, we will get that we can't win this war
Through all those black days, we learned from our mistakes
Through harsh punishments, we realized laws can't break
Through bleeding and crying, we tasted the love pain again
Through intense guilt, we confessed committing a great sin
As my hair turns grey, my identity will still stay
My existence isn't documented in history, I won't lie
But this life is a journey, not the end of the road
So hold up tight my friend, we are in the same boat
Author notes
Its a piece that speaks about aging. I might be young now, but am aware that life will wrinkle my skin with time ...
Plz, help me fix this poem?
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An interesting poem to come across just at a time when I'm thinking about life and the future. This is a little more hopeful than my thoughts though :-) I like the optimism and the binding together of past present and future with that sense of hopes and wishes and of course identity. Everyone half thinks they're going to change as they get older but fundamentally we all stay the same, only wiser or more aware of life perhaps. This is a simple poem but I think that works really well, thoughts like this might get lost in more dense language.
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