The things that I do felt useless,
To the point it’s meaningless,
Everything’s just pointless.
As all of it are fruitless,
Leaving me feeling clueless,
Maybe because I’m being thoughtless,
It made my values worthless.
Clearly I’m always careless,
Doing things with such reckless,
Almost every advice is heedless,
But I am never tactless.
To find in this life what is priceless,
Where I wish to do it fearless,
While enjoying it too nonetheless,
Giving it my best and no less.
A blogger regards ^__^
I advise you to put credit on yourself since it is your very own poem, kang orang copy paste claim as theirs pulak
ReplyDelete*sebenarnya it's more to like announcing "this poem is fully my ideas and my words", kihkih*
Ama's poem FTW XD
I think it's alright now since you've already credited me for it at www.lookup.com.myblog
ReplyDeleteehehe... ^,^
p.s: Maybe I'll make it a regular thing. Just saying.