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A Picture of Life
#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
We tend to grieve moments that fade in colour
And cry when our lives crumble like stone
We begin to ache when days become duller
As we realise no one shall truly atone
© SusanPS125
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
We tend to grieve moments that fade in colour
And cry when our lives crumble like stone
We begin to ache when days become duller
As we realise no one shall truly atone
© SusanPS125
