It All Served Its Purpose Well

It is like a river that flows and then stops 
It is like a mountain that you reach the top and then stop 
It is like an apple that you bite but, do not finish 
It is like a dream that you had and  it came true but, it was not good enough 
It was like a song that you heard but, it did not have all the right words 
It was like the best meal but it wasn't that great. 
It was like you had it in your hand but, then you let it go. 
It is like my life, but it wasn't enough. 
It was like I had it, but it was not enough 
It was like a challenge, but not enough. 
It was so soft, but there were flaws 
It was so easy, but it was hard. 
It was so simple, but I made it hard. 
It was a new beginning 
It was a new story 
It was a new day 
It was a new night 
It was clear skies 
It was a windy day 
It was snowing 
It was warm 
It was Spring 
It was Summer 
It was Fall 
It was Winter 
It was every color, but not the perfect one 
It was every moment, but not the moment. 
It was a cycle of events that never ended. 
It was confusion 
It made sense. 
It was the best 
It was my life
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Makama Avatar
June 6, 2012 at 5:56 AM
This is explicitly awesome. I love the piece so much and I think I will be checking on your other wonderful works... Its a blessing coming to your page and I hope you do well to stop by too. Once again, nice work.
Stevens Avatar
May 31, 2012 at 5:51 PM
Great wonderful writing...keep it up!!!
Brown Avatar
May 30, 2012 at 5:32 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Robin. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol
Sanderson Avatar
May 27, 2012 at 4:32 AM
" I Heard Every word that was spoken here. And each Moment Counts, But try Having the Name CARMA All your Life Till the bitter end.. Lol... Carma" Yes! this is My real name no jokes.
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