Life is so strange sometimes.
A person is supposed to be someone,
And it turns out someone else.
Life is strange sometimes.
It doesn’t take much to find everything overnight changed,
In my case it was war, betrayal and an anonymous denounce,
Two chaps and one fair maid,
The oldest tale in the order of existence.
Home, should have been there,
Instead it’s here.
I should have been a villager,
Instead I’m an urban daughter.
A person is supposed to be someone,
And it turns out someone else.
Life is strange sometimes.
It doesn’t take much to find everything overnight changed,
In my case it was war, betrayal and an anonymous denounce,
Two chaps and one fair maid,
The oldest tale in the order of existence.
Home, should have been there,
Instead it’s here.
I should have been a villager,
Instead I’m an urban daughter.
1 comment:
First, Pilar, I want to thank you for your comment. It made me think. =)
Secondly, wonderful poem, it’s almost your version of “City Mouse vs Country Mouse”. I can see how you would prefer to be a Country Mouse… but I also see that you don’t really regret being an “urban daughter”. Life is strange, indeed. But you also know that life is where your children are and that’s what I felt through your poem.
Kiss Kiss* :D
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