Rain in January: A Poem
Cloudy is only a patch drawn in the sky that is not the same.
The torrential rain of rain that fell only for an instant and made their bodies soaking
under the goal sky.
Beginning of the year in January
when everything is called while me is just like fog
when everyone was seduced while I was considered jealous
when all cheerfully with a brilliant laugh, I just shut up and chose to go home
when all are reluctant to share more stories, there will be a decision
to continue to endure or accept defeat.
Beginning of the Year in January
when you feel great and strong, it turns out to be the same in false pretenses
when you feel needed, it turns out the same will in the reluctance
when you are in a crowd, it turns out you feel lonely
when you are not needed, instead point out the weaknesses of others
To keep trying to survive or accept is considered a hero.
Beginning of January
like a repeated wait
about the story that is remembered
as a warrior
You can't talk loudly, you can't beat your bones, you can't shut up and disappear
Never again as usual.
because This year the beginning of a field
the Lord has given.
to be worked on together or just an opportunity
to be able to make lost that is considered not struggling.
to become a handful of successful losers
for all the memories that were erased because of the orientation towards money.
The poem above became a poetry writer at the beginning of this year. Describes the month of January which can be felt and enjoyed with a variety of different. Many flavors and stories will begin at the beginning of this year in January.
Hopefully our lives will be better than before. Be happy and be grateful for what we have. do not be depressed and sad over hopes that have not been achieved. All can be done together.
Life will win people who are committed and work hard. Good luck and always happy. Thank you for visiting.
© 2020 Halley Kawistoro