Life is just a wheel spinning round,
Bringing happiness and sadness all around.
It's weird how the tables turn,
It's weird how you always yearn,
For what you had a year before
But gave away without a thought.
With every failure comes a feeling of success,
I surely can be good, even if not the best.
After all, I'm one of the smallest in this giant world.
I can never tell them what I know - I can only be told.
I wait till I grow older - that's all there is to do,
I wait till I gain friendship - whether with them or you.
What made me happier before,
Now it makes me sadder more.
I should have known this wouldn't last,
I should have known that life runs fast.
Life will outrun me, I always lose the race.
You will outrun me, not like I have a choice.
This poem is a failure, but somehow it succeeded.
And hopefully, somehow, a new success has seeded.
Edited by dazzilitchigirl, 02 October 2012 - 10:31 AM.