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Array ( [sid] => 4129 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => School of life. [time] => 2002-09-22 11:00:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Today i stopped and asked myself
what have i learned so far.
enrolled upon this school of life
revolving round a star.
i tried to learn to love myself
but found that such a task.
theres days i feel that i'm unsure
who hides behind this mask.
In a world thats often hard
to find a friend thats true,
learning how to be yourself
is often hard to do.
at times i'm lost,i'm out of place
and this is not my home
just like a goldfish trapped inside
this suffocating dome.
what does the future hold for us
if life is just a class.
will our lives be scrutinised
beneath a looking glass.
they say that through the suffering
there will in turn be gain.
a facet of this sunshine just
proceeds to follow rain.
but then when i look closely
i see beauty all around
the birds that sing within the trees
that sprout up from the ground.
the mystery in the vision of a star
that is no more.
the lashing of the ocean wave
the soothing of the shore.
i'm hoping when my time is up here
i can truly say
i helped a soul upon this plane
to live a brighter day
yes when the hour glass runs dry
and i must learn my fate
i hope that i can smile and know
at least i'll graduate. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lynda rachel comiske [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
School of life.

Contributed by lynda rachel comiske on Sunday, 22nd September 2002 @ 11:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Today i stopped and asked myself
what have i learned so far.
enrolled upon this school of life
revolving round a star.
i tried to learn to love myself
but found that such a task.
theres days i feel that i'm unsure
who hides behind this mask.
In a world thats often hard
to find a friend thats true,
learning how to be yourself
is often hard to do.
at times i'm lost,i'm out of place
and this is not my home
just like a goldfish trapped inside
this suffocating dome.
what does the future hold for us
if life is just a class.
will our lives be scrutinised
beneath a looking glass.
they say that through the suffering
there will in turn be gain.
a facet of this sunshine just
proceeds to follow rain.
but then when i look closely
i see beauty all around
the birds that sing within the trees
that sprout up from the ground.
the mystery in the vision of a star
that is no more.
the lashing of the ocean wave
the soothing of the shore.
i'm hoping when my time is up here
i can truly say
i helped a soul upon this plane
to live a brighter day
yes when the hour glass runs dry
and i must learn my fate
i hope that i can smile and know
at least i'll graduate.




Copyright © lynda rachel comiske ... [ 2002-09-22 11:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: School of life. (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Sunday, 22nd September 2002 @ 11:26:19 AM AEST
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What a wonderful tribute to one-self,


Re: School of life. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 22nd September 2002 @ 11:45:49 AM AEST
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This is so beautiful.... I'm sure you'll graduate..with honors!!! I loved this very much..
Jenni


Re: School of life. (User Rating: 1 )
by nightrider on Sunday, 17th November 2002 @ 09:46:56 AM AEST
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this is a really good, thought-provoking poem. i liked it alot. thank you so much for posting it!




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