Poetry

When I get Older

When I get older I know I’ll blessed

cause Lord knows how I survived these stress.

My dreams,

Whatever they were,

Neither fulfilled or sought

rather I spent my time running away from these morbid thoughts.

I hope when I get older

my essence may still be clean and remain pure.

When I get older,

I hope I can see it, smell it,and believe in it’s entirety

from sunrise to sunset and everything in  between.

I write these words, straight from my heart

with the will to carry on.

To tomorrow and its offspring

Dream BIG and widen your horizon

Reality may be bleak but its just a reflection of our hearts

The good and the bad in it,

but dreams can be shaped

however you wish

and its yours to share or keep.

Hasan Adan

 

 

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