A Pickwickian Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Most people turn to blame life the moment things go wrong for them. But what if we were the ones at fault? Sure responsibilities exist but is it truly impossible to change the way we live and live happier? I don't think so...

A Pickwickian Life

My darling, life is hard

It is sorrowful and sad.



It has a way of tearing you,

Trying to kill your last hue

 

You hate, despise it

Want to make it go away

 

But have you stopped and wondered,

Who was at dismay?

 

Why do you follow hate?

Why does it follow you?

 

Have you ever stopped to question?

What you love to pursue?

 

Life will bring you down, love

 There is no stopping that

 

But sometimes instead of hating

Maybe life was just a painting

 

For paintings have mistakes

But they have beauty too

 

You’re just staring at a corner,

Darling, expand your view

 

And one day, you’ll look back

And laugh with great sound

 

For you’ll realize your painting

Was an endless one, changing

 

Soon when you pass

Your glory shall be framed

 

In the gallery of hope and faith

Yours shall be found, in a golden frame

 

So darling, don’t lose hope

No matter what others say.

 

It’s good to look at life,

In a pretty alluring way...


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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