Bless

It's a bless 

to know the truth 

to believe the truth

having nothing to miss

To accept lonesome 

In times of boredom

To leave emotions aside

In order to decide

It is a bless 

To spare a kiss 

To believe only what you see

To be agnostic and care-free

It's a curse 

To lose what you embrace

And hang on to that pain 

Because it keeps you sane

It's somehow a norm

To be a stranger at home 

To enjoy dismay 

To be a human clay 

It is a bless

Not to impress 

To be loved for who you are 

To have a heart of tar

It is another curse 

To live in disgrace 

knowing you will die 

With nothing to dignify

It is a shame 

To have someone dear

To want to be near 

But never feels the same 

Still it is a bless

To have something to miss

Even if surreal

It is what makes you real 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the logic of the poem. A wise man live by simple rules. Be honest and do things for the good of your life. Be kind to the people around you and the world around you. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[TL Boehm]

Yes, all these things are blessings. Well done.