Always Those People.

It’s so funny who we meet  in life.

Some may not care, and care a lot.

But you see, it’s always those people.

People. People. People.

This is not a letter, a note, nor a poem.

Not a memory, nor a wish.

Be it just words-

Just words to the people we’ve met in our painful walk of life.

A tear or two may drip;

and a smile may fall.

But you see, it’s always going to be those people.

Ugly, beautiful, caring, and sinister people.

Old, young, immature, and wise.

Truth seekers, and maybe a lover or two.

Sometimes, one may ask themselves if things have an overall purpose.

What do -you- think?

Sometimes things happen.

A tit or a tat.

Black for white.

A pro and a con.

A world made of a magnificent, yet beautiful lie;

Yet also with an ugly truth.

So you see, your dream isn’t a reality.

Yet those people make it all to obscure.

Though littler times than often, those people make it all too clear.

Miss them or not, you’ll look back in understanding or clouded judgement.

Seen from a point of zero.

No negatives or positives.

But who’s to say we are wrong?

People. People. People.

So obscure, yet so painfully true.

But alas,  we come to an end.

We have them who watch.

Them who pray.

Even some who prey upon the weak.

Every so often , is there one who does something.

Not a forceful power.

Not a moving event.

Only a word.
Yes, it’s true.

“Hello.”, “Bonjour”, “Konichiwa”, and more.

Just a word, we seem to all use so often.

Yet it’s always those people.

People. People. People..

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Not a forceful power.

Not a moving event.

Only a word. Yes, it’s true.


“Hello.”, “Bonjour”, “Konichiwa”, and more.

Just a word, we seem to all use so often.

Yet it’s always those people."
A nice poem indeed. I like the ending the most...:)

People. People. People..