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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