July 29, 2004
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I ask, what’s the most important factor in your life?
Is it your job?
Is it your relationship?
Is it your financial obligations?
Is it your education?
Is it your career?
Is it your family and friends?
Is it Love?
Or, is it Life in the whole?
Today was a good day.
Tomorrow will be a great day and the day after will be superb for I will set no boundaries on my happiness.
I will allow myself to see life as it presents its' self to be and deal with my daily issues in the best of what I think is Right vs. Wrong.
No, I will not let you take my smiles away or force me to be ashamed of my tears.
No, I will not give you the power to control my fears and tell me what my tomorrows will bring!
Today was definitely a good day.
‘Cause no matter how difficult it becomes I know only strength will come from my day to day.
Maybe, it looks like you have succeeded.
But, remember tomorrow will be a great day for me and the next???
Will be SUPERB!
-by B.R.A
What is this all about you may wonder? Well, I came on to add a weblog and before I knew it I was typing what appears to be a short poem. I have the tendency to come up with strange thoughts during the course of weird moments.
I guess in time I will truly see the definition of what this poem means to me. Who knows maybe in some odd way it's relating to some sort of importance in my life or even yours. I didn't give it a Title because as I said, it just came to mind and I started to type.
Q. Any title suggestions?
Q. Do you think this poem is contradicting its' statment?
Comments (6)
wow..thats deep me myself i'm not good with poems at all so i cant helpy ou with those questionz sorry =/ but i do know a good poem when i read one ;]
-da princess lysia
Yes. *claps* Tomorrow WILL be a good day. Keep the smiles there!
cute site! luv da poem! its cute!
-GtCuTeStArGyAl-
The most important factor in my life in my family and their love. #2 is college.
hey thanks for the props. i think the poem is slightly contradicting itself. toward the middle it seems like the person is strong, and free willed to do what it wishes. but toward it the end it seems like it came into the terms of defeat. never-the-less, its still one of those poems that make you constantly think
sigh
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