POEM| Focus on Today
last year is old
last month is old
last week is old
but today is gold
Poetry, Lifestyle & Purposeful Living
last year is old
last month is old
last week is old
but today is gold
Sometimes, it’s hard
really hard
to think
to talk
Isn’t it weird
how much love flowers get
though they bloom beautifully
they die eventually
I’ve tried
but it’s been hard
hard to forget you
When the stars are missing
and the sky is at its darkest
When the rain is pouring
and its sound is deafening
Be wary of who you let in
Be wary of what you let out
Be wary of what you consume
Our love is like the sun
it soothes and it burns
it’s always there
and it has no competition in the galaxy
The road may be narrow and unclear
You may be lost with no sign in sight
The hurdle may seem impossible to cross
You may be ready to give up
I could be her
but I am me
I could be similar
but I choose to be different
I know about suffering
because I’ve been there
It comes with a lot of tears
and sleepless nights
There may be a lot of things that I’m not but let’s talk about the things that I am;
I am a doer.
I am a fighter.
I am a helper.
From the way you look at me,
the way you care for me,
and the way you give to me,
It’s obvious you think