In This Life Poem by Daniel Richards

In this life, we wonder about the feeling
The feeling of finding the one in this life,
The moment when we are meeting the
One we’ve been dreaming off
But dreams, simply, just aren’t enough,

We sit around just hoping or go about seeking
Overkill of searching, and miss the one, in a moment which is fleeting
Or we sit holding our breath until the end when we hope we find the one
Who with the precious last moments we can spend,
Bliss spending moments with the one

But how many moments go past,
How many hours in moonlight do we ignore the one,
A picture over time is formed of the perfect one
The one we spend life waiting on,
But end up going on for far too long alone

We grow older and alone, we beg for one more moment
You hope its all that’s needed like a wounded soldier in need of healing
But its time to be honest, we laid our given time on the ground
Hoping any moment they’l be coming around,
That one last corner in our honour

The problem is we are blindfolded and not seeing
Close minded and not believing,
Now we stand in final moments with regret of apathy
We lived life to the full and now ended up empty
Looking for the one selfishly

But we never let anyone in they must fit the mould we make
For our dreams sake, now our hearts quake
Its lonely there’s no compassion, for life has been lived as fashion
Everyday is a gift not a right