Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

'Realization'


Existence is unpredictable
it can never be always stable
almost we live in constant flow
sometimes come a bitter blow

Whenever we are at the peak
life so great seems it can't break
then we become complacent people
thinking our happiness won't topple

We are overwhelm by pleasure
that brought by vices and leisure
that soon we forget our obligation
to family and even in work mission

And in the end everything vanishes
like a dream come true turn to ashes
too late we realized the consequence
nothing is permanent in life's sequence

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013
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