Wednesday, 21 June 2017

thoughts of home

Look around,
Everything is vain,
Everything is plain,
Soon it returns to the ground.

Sometimes happiness reigns,
Soon after comes pains,
They both wrestle,
Wanting to reign.

I wonder how long,
How much time is left,
Do you ever ponder,
Maybe life is prolonged.

I yearn to go home,
Free from travails,
I want to go home,
Stuck in glorious reins.

No comments:

Post a Comment