I walk down the street.
There is a hole.
I don't see it.
I fall in.
It isn't my fault.
It takes a very long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is still a deep hole.
I pretend not to see it.
I fall in.
I pretend it's still not my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is still the same deep hole.
I see it.
I fall in anyway.
It's a habit.
I get out quicker this time.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole.
I see it.
I walk around it.
I don't fall in.
Then, I walk down a different street.
5 comments:
astig, nice poem papa...
good thoughts!:)
@ chie
salamat papa..actually di ako nakikinig sa reviewer ko nian..
@april
its the thought that count:D pero salamat..
bakit ang hilig nyo sa tula.
billy, kantahan na lang!!! hahaha
brilliant... :) absolutely brilliant... :)
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