Seasons
I looked in the mirror at a childhood disguise.
Those little hands that needed protection from a mother.
The clock is ticking so time is going.
A fear of no belief in his eyes tells a picture.
He wants to open his arms and catch everything.
It is always a feature for a kid not to realize the impacts of
What life has in store.
I knew I would grow one day and become something people
Would remember.
I didn’t realize harsh reality sinks in when a person becomes child to an
Adult.
The thinking process in the mind twenty-four seven that’s all life is really.
Seasons went by I didn’t realize what was happening to me.
Another turmoil creeping in so what shall I do to myself?
Cracks abound making waves all around.
I never knew I wasn’t that hot.
I was watching the grave time slot.
(Inspirational poem)
(Taken from my book called shock)
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2006
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