Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Poem: Values.

A value born in this world
Bare feet and no clothes
Ceases to survive
Discovers it's potential

Egoistic in it's adulthood
Fearless in childhood
Generous in old age
Hyper in adolescense

In love then it falls
Jigsaw was it's heart
Keeps the pieces with it's lady
Laments on heartbreaks

Matures with time
Negotiates with sorrows
Optimised it's fate
Packed bags and left all the hate

Quite after achievements
Rose after defeats
Stitched it's cloth of
Trust and beliefs
Ultimately on things greater than all
Various gentlemen they were called