Minggu, 25 Juni 2006

what a wasted life

I opened your door.


Spiders built their nests on your drawers...


Ants left trails on your clothing rails.


Dust covered everything else.


'what a wasted life'


What was your sweat and tears for?


Woke up in the middle of the night,


Fought the battle everyone (try) ignore


Won and others rejoice


Lost and they turned away 


No love, no grateful, nothing at all..


What a wasted life


Taken for granted all along


Lonely...(hope...never fear)


Laugh but always sad


Loving but never be loved


May then now, you rest in peace, near The Most Loving 


 


*and I always love and remember*

4 komentar:

Divdenic Ortodehl mengatakan...

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WHAT

AN
UNSELFISH

LIFE!.


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A challenging life
where she had
some battles to fight for.
These battles were her very reasons to live.

Waking up in the nights
she should feel as her duty.

She had the wins and let the others rejoiced.
She had her losses and let the others turned away
since these things were her own personal fights
that most of them were depended on her.
She had her losses and winnings
as part of the game she played.

She was lonely
but never felt fear
when she knew to whom
she should seek as
the One to keep her real company.

She had her laughs.
Sadness always with her
since she knew something
still need to be done.

Their love and gratefulness
were not very necessary
when she knew where she could
find love and affections.
She had your love and attentions
and these were enough to keep her going.

She was not in the others' exploitation
when she knew that she had
her own reasons to fight.

Loving, it was her true unselfish love.
when she didn't expect to be loved
as the payments.
She knew that she was only doing her jobs.
That doing were much better than
only cryings or even only praying.

We find in her life
our inspiring lessons on how to live.
She stays as a pearl in our mind and heart
as a reminder on the fine reasons
to do our jobs and to love others.

That was the very reasons
that God has created her
for our own benefits.



Hudson Lane, Tue. foggy night,

26 December 2006,
9 C degrees, after some rains.


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maimon herawati mengatakan...

thank you Sir,
your poem has a deeper meaning...more optimistic.

Divdenic Ortodehl mengatakan...



It was you who have picked up
the humble and simple life story
of a good and inspiring soul
in her physical life in this world.

By writing it in this entry
you have shared with us
your important experiences
with that soul.

For sharing the story with us,
we, the visitors of this entry
should be gratitude.

Divdenic Ortodehl mengatakan...



It was you who have picked up
the humble and simple life story
of a good and inspiring soul
in her physical life in this world.

By writing it in this entry
you have shared with us
your important experiences
with that soul.

For sharing the story with us,
we, the visitors of this entry
should be gratitude.