Irony of my ExistenceA Poem by Randolf Ramos
Have you ever wonder the way I do?
Why do we have to live, do this and that from our own point of view. why do we have to be born, or one to be mourned Inspite of our struggle to care, we are the one scorned Does it make sense to love and to give? in life’s journey our need yet havent been conceived Maybe we are fool by our own delusion. That the key in our life is the best education. Take a look at me, the one with humility Some other think, I live in insanity Maybe its kinda weird in spite of my humbleness I was prosecuted by my own tactfulness I’ve tried to live my life in irony. I’ve followed their heart whole heartedly But I am the one who suffer in the end. For the life that I’ve built and a life so sublime Now is a dream, I thought would never end… © 2010 Randolf RamosReviews
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