Why Do I Matter

WHY DO I MATTER

The days are coming when this my presence

wont be felt.

The days are coming when I'll look over my

shoulders with no regret.

The looks on the eyes of you my friends like

I'm the best.

The sympathy of an irony tantalizing in a

test.

To some of you, I am but a passing breeze.

To some, I am but a soul on the brink of

death.

Others might think highly of me.

But have you ever thought if that really suits

a chap like me?

I sound like a person on an oath.

With the idea of saying this kept quite

afloat.

The promises I made to you of being a

buddy.

Even when I cant keep all of them nice and

steady.

Three years ago, I had an accident.

Back then, it never occurred to me that

death could calling upon my beloved soul.

A few weeks went by and I was back on my

God-given feet.

Learning to appreciate life and let the light

in my heart lit.

Some people you see once and then your eyes

will never meet.

Some you meet but the friendship never

sparks.

Others you befriend but they fade day by

day in the dark.

Then ask yourself which matters the most,

and why is that?

WRITTEN BY:MUKTAR NAJIB.

Reviews

[R Smith]

This my friend is one of the best and most emotional poems i have read;

The days are coming when this my presence
wont be felt.

This is one of the greatest and most heartfelt lines i have read, the whole is the kind of poem i could wish i had written, stunningly beautiful work Usman :)

[usman]

Thank you very much sir,..but am still learning.