Yeah Yeah Thursday is poem day at Inspired Pens and it is just thrilling. Here is the first one. Hope you all like it. Do let us know what you think.
Life is a stage
A very tough high stage
Plagued with varying heights of stairs
Potholes and abrupt turns
The streets of life are mazed
What are you that you should survive?
Resilient?
Tall?
Stubborn?
Or plain old courageous?
The mystery is, not all stages need stairs
What is it you fight for?
The ability to win in darkened light?
The ability to succeed in a corruption blessed environment?
Or maybe plain old ability to be you
Unlike contests
Life has no paid judges
Why listen to evil pledged mouths?
Or the gold digging words?
Or the filterless entity?
Or the mentally less privileged?
Why waste golden dust?
That is why you should survive
You are gold and you are your only paid judge
Pay yourself what you deem you deserve
Success
And the ability to switch off the hearing aid
Life is everyone’s stage
How high, is a plague for fools.
QUEEN NATALIA.
