I was walking along the seashore of life,
It was early morning
& I was eager to catch a glimpse of the rising sun.
Alone I was enjoying the soothing rays,
the waves playing at my feet.
I saw someone reach out to me,
I didn't see the face, but held out my hand,
& we walked in amicable silence together on the sand.
As I was getting bored, I let go off the hand,
Even though it clung to me, I shook it off,
thinking it will forever be by my side.
I was lonlely but for a few minutes,
By now the the tide had risen andthe sun was overhead,
The waters beckoned me, shimmering in the sunlight,
another hand reached out and grasped me with the other.
This was a totally different person, a joy to be around,
Naturally the two eventually became close,
This time it was me who did not want to let go,
I clung to the hand that bought me joy and peace,
It shook me off,left me alone in the twilight on the sands.
Once again I was lonely, No one to hold through the night,
I felt something touching me, I opened my eyes,
Lo & behold my Friend, my old Friend,Was in front of me,
tears pouring down His face,
For me He had returned to me again.
He said He had never left me,
He was walking behind me, to catch me if i fell,
I'll never let go off His hand, never again,
I'll cling to Him this time,As no one gets a second chance.....
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2 comments:
No penchant for the abstract, ehh..
:D Just another random question. How long do you take to write a pome??
Hey this is definitely one of the better one's. A metaphor. A bit too "in-your-face". But that's a matter of perception. I may think metaphor's imply subtly hidden, another the double-entendre. :D Fun.
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