The Path we walk is never too easy, at the same time it ain't difficult.It is simply unique.So is the message of this poem when I try to view a life of human in third person who himself might be or might not be a human.
If an old was to convey to his a message about time and hope what would it have been?
Would he complain, warn or advise. My guess was advise as for what it is, is all my perception and that's the beauty of poetry. Take your time.
"what is that keeps the man going?" asks the rain falling at his feet. To this the man is a bit bewildered as to where should he begin from, so he ends up putting his thoughts in the form of poem.
Life is a path With each one, his own set of wrath In this path, we meet some folk The meeting feels like destiny's lock We share ideas and render our outlook We start to believe in the world out of of the book The path seems nothing but clear And hurdles bring an … Continue reading Time’s Destiny