People Like Us
People like us
We weren’t born to win
Girl, don’t you know
We were conceived
In the womb of sin
I’d tell you a story
But it is hard to know
Where to begin
I don’t know
Where it ends
Perhaps it depends …
On what?
I can’t say
So let’s just live
For today
The pavements for us
Are not lined with gold
It’s not even promised
That we’ll grow old
And what if we do -
What’s up ahead?
Nobody knows
One things for sure
We’ll reap
What we’ve sown
For good or for bad
For happy
Or sad
Our beginning’s
The end
No matter which way
The wind bends
We’ll always arrive
On the rugged shore
So let’s just be
Thankful that we have
Today
We’ll make it count
So if there’s a tomorrow
We have something
Good to replay
Remember today
Is tomorrow’s yesterday
So let’s live as though
It is our last day
I want to look back
While moving forward
And weave all our days
Into one
I know you don’t understand
Neither do I
It’s okay
We can sit together
And cry
But let’s take our tears
And wash out the fear
Focus control
Through our own lens
Girl, I know
We can’t say how
This ends
But we can try
To make amends.
C.K.23.
Hélène
Fri 31st Mar 2023 14:51
Thanks for sharing the back-story on this poem Clare. I've re-read it several times & your life story makes it even more powerful & meaningful. Lots of interesting layers to the poem, & yes, written in a way that allows the reader to draw their own interpretation/meaning from it. It spoke to me on multiple levels.