life seems like an old grass

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