This life is an adventure,
Our choices govern who we are.
What we do what we are becoming,
But you missed it, too content in doing nothing.
This life is a journey,
The world full of joys worth earning.
Its wonders open to those who wish to find,
But you missed it; to pointless interests you were tied.
This life is for living,
To the sloth or misled it’s unforgiving,
You made no choices discontent with who you were,
So you missed life and lost your adventure.
This life is a journey.But too many people are busy doing nothing,and not living it.Sadly sometimes i do that too.But i am trying to make an adventure of it.
i think we all have times where we find ourselves doing nothing, but trying to have an adventure is the first step to actually having it. thanks for your comment. 🙂
I agree.at least I’m trying 🙂
ur welcome 🙂
This life is a journey.But too many people are busy doing nothing,and not living it.Sadly sometimes i do that too.But i am trying to make an adventure of it.
i think we all have times where we find ourselves doing nothing, but trying to have an adventure is the first step to actually having it. thanks for your comment. 🙂
I agree.at least I’m trying 🙂
ur welcome 🙂
Your poem made me realise that I (too) sit around too much by doing nothing. I do hope to do that less often 🙂
Your poem made me realise that I (too) sit around too much by doing nothing. I do hope to do that less often 🙂
I’m glad the poem did that for you. thanks for reading 🙂