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The Walkway of Life

The Walkway of Life By: Wessam Karam On the walkway we build our dreams Dreams not associated with that of today Today never to exist in our scoop of plans Obviously we are too occupied with that of morrow On the walkway we build barriers Berlin Wall if I may narrate Building hate and rage for years to come Concluding: “all and all is just another brick in the wall” On that walkway history have witnessed before Unpleasant events, anticipating never reoccurring Written down on so many books, which few have read! Falling into the past, as we build our dreams on that walkway On that walkway the lovers would hold hands Planning together beyond realm building castles so tall Driven into marriage and bond to love and cherish one another Soon to break up on that walkway, hands never to hold one another On that walkway you meet some friends Brotherhood, pledge you praise to be molded A sudden blow that kills ought to derive - away with trust! Friendship never has the same gist, plastic amity ever to be On that walkway we hummed for freedom Echoing back so many forms of freedom Lost we are of which system to indicate Falling once more to tyranny we brought to be On that walkway we gazed deep into the sea Hoping our lives no longer exist to be For our dreams are our worst enemies Thus you nudge away the thought yet to bout o'er On that walkway I ask for love, love of today For today soon to fall out with every sunset Not to rise ever again, on the next sunshine! Plans we can make but as real as it takes On that walkway we can share love Doesn’t need time or effort or plans Simply to love and fight hate Love is religion and religion is fate Let’s stop fighting in the name of causes Which we will never live to see it arouses For our tender care and knowledge of how to shrub Is scarce, expecting bounties is hard to clasp On that walkway History can become today, As today may perhaps last a while, If we live day by day .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/4/2016 12:41:00 PM
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