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What is Living? (A Poem)

What’s living? A Poem | What is living is a quizzical expression. It questions the essence of a life where you can't do what you have always wanted.

What’s living? A Poem | What is living is a quizzical expression. It questions the essence of a life where you can’t do what you have always wanted.

What’s living? (A Poem)

Zara wanted to travel the world, and she did it

Terry wanted to marry her, but he couldn’t

 

She saw Toronto, Addis Zemen, Jeju, Alaska

He married the most beautiful but not her

She lived till nineteen, He died at eighty

 

I choose her life if you ask me

She was young and happy

He was old and grumpy

 

What is living, if you wish it but can’t have it?

What is living, if your long life is a sad-ish?

 

Do what you will, life is too short,

Die today, guys will move on,

 

Life has no spare, that’s why we invented memories

Fulfilled wishes and some otherwise reminisces

 

Life is short, it offers are long,

Cliché limits, you don’t have to tag along,

You can have it all, the fun, the bore, encyclopedic experience

 

What is living, if you can’t be strong now and be soft later?

If you can’t stand tall and then decide to squat a little,

 

If you can’t decide on what you will, or what you won’t ever

If you can’t choose who to shut off or who to remember

 

If you can’t walk the park and feel breeze tease your skin

If birds will sing and you won’t get a feel

 

If you won’t enjoy the sound when leaves decide to rustle

If you’d bored by waterfalls and the bubbles

 

What’s living if you won’t enjoy life and get close to nature?

Many countries, countless people and zillions of cultures,

Travels and tours make for beautiful adventures

 

What’s livin, if you’d die tomorrow and your ghost would nurse regrets?

Better to empty your vessel and stretch your potentials to the end

 

Strong as ever, your body will grow old at last,

But to be Young at heart, I don’t frown at that.

Live like Zara, Terry merely existed

 

What’s living? A Poem

© Biade Fola

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