Have you ever wonder the way I do?
Why do we have to live, do this and
that from our own point of view.
why do we have to be born, or one to be mourned
Inspite of our struggle to care, we are the one scorned
Does it make sense to love and to give?
in life’s journey our need yet havent been conceived
Maybe we are fool by our own delusion.
That the key in our life is the best education.
Take a look at me, the one with humility
Some other think, I live in insanity
Maybe its kinda weird inspite of my humbleness
I was prosecuted by my own tactfulness
I’ve tried to live my life in irony.
I’ve followed their heart whole heartedly
But I am the one who suffer in the end.
For the life that I’ve built and a life so sublime
Now is a dream, I thought would never end…
Kristoffer Randolf T. Ramos
#24 Rawis Virac Catanduanes
Philippines
krisrandolf@yahoo.com
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem