Life seems like an old grass which i need to mow,
Allow the new grass to grow,
Life seems like a puzzle,
To put the right pieces i need to struggle,
But life is also about moving on,
Change the tune and hum a new song,
Tides come and tides go,
Sometimes high sometimes low,
The high tides take you by a blow,
I wish with bright colors my life to flow,
Like the moon shines,
Even though it has scars but it never wines.
© 2018 afia usman
