Life Anthology

We all have our sights on Something to reach that zone, Where a few friends of my own, Are sitting as a team on my home lawn. Sipping the oldest wine; making all fawn, Chatting over how we have grown over the years reaping what we have sown! Realizing how we thought of us to be like a clown, pretending to be happy, who is similar to a clone. All the while in the visions we would drown, of flying over the seven seas and not be the wolf lone. However, then we would postpone, And wake up being overthrown. Still waiting to have our minds blown, When we see each of us wearing a crown And sitting in the power on some magical throne. Finally, knowing we have shone, And that we were never alone. Let us sharpen the skills we hone, Till that one fine day is born! (P.S. : Everyone dreams of having a group of friends with whom they can grow in life and reach their highest potential. It might take some time but we will reach there one day. This poem is to ensure each one of us knows that, that one day will come soon. We just need to keep going and not give up!)