I still have my limbs and arms
The wooden photo-frames and metal charms
A few gemstones and many tomes
And intuition flying in my mind like drones
No matter if I’m impoverished, I still hold good
Being fair is an ideal and act, never trespassing I would
I have never been impressed by easy wealth or loot
I think everyone should get what they deserve, though I never could
I cast wisdom’s net into a sea of experience
And it makes a big world of difference
The radiation of the streets distanced by a shield
The rejection and denial swept off my little wistful field
There came a time when I pined for what romance brings
A walk with clasped hands, a shy turtle with wings
There are movies based on love, and, for it, the sacrificings
It didn’t matter if I missed romance, there were other big things
Thanks, I still have my limbs and arms
as I put a stone on my heart with empty palms
Time limps amid loneliness, I can whisk its longevity
and wrap it under my bed linen and feel a profound beauty
This made me cry Bro. Its sad , but you are beautiful and graceful about wjat life has dished you . But your kingdom await s
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