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