The day one

What a happy moment,
When I was born!
But was it the same for me?
I was crying ,begging
But the happiness deaf all the ears
Day after day, year after year,
I grew up; I lost my features in the crowed
I am adult, I am none
Match to this world,
A written name on a paper
I am a life
No fame, no wealth, No even love
What s make this life enjoyable?
My journey is too long
I go wherever my boat sail
East, West ,North ,south,
No matter, if I am still a life




Poetry by Libyan Rose
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Written on 2010-09-17 at 18:57

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learnings
Everyone is unique and so are you. Love and respect yourself. Everything will follow with time.
2010-09-18


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I do wonder if that is societies purpose, just to mould us into the crowd. If we don't conform to the norm then there must be something wrong with us. Never do they consider that maybe society, as they define it, is just not suited to the way we have been designed. The powers to be do appear to have the capacity to consider that some of us are best suited to live a different way of life.

Excuse my ramblings but that's what happens when I read something that sparks my interest, enjoyed the read.

Thanks for posting.
2010-09-17