Here's To Luck!

We are all tiny pebbles
at the end of the beach,
next to the rocks
where the wave angrily splashes.
We are all tiny pieces
of this massive thing called universe,
you only know how small you are
when you know you are not the only one
suffering…
You only know how alone you are
when you are truly suffering.
We are all small, tiny even, and alone
but the fear goes when you realize this.
Joke is no one can ever realize this…
Woman, holding you beer
Like in Vincent’s le tambourin
Believe you me,
you can be a crazy travelling star
like in Vincent’s starry night.
And do not forget the story about vanity,
men and women.
To being vain there is no point
you will get old,
but you only might get old,
in a non painful manner…
So, here’s to luck my friends!
Cause to luck there is a point!

by danae kavouridi

Comments (4)

The Poets sing their 'Soulful Music', So here is Keats who says, ' My song' and not my poem People can read his words But need his immortal soul to adjust the lyric.
The Poets sing their 'Soulful Music', So here is Keats who says 'My song' and not my poem. People can read his words But need his immortal soul to adjust the lyric.
' my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day'........ This is the last prayer of every poet. With our verses we may run after the world and rake the brains but nothing happens in essence. So, we will settle for the idea which Keats has beautifully penned in these verses. Great!
The title captivates me... urge me to read since it seems so interesting to find out the lines on this piece... and I'm not mistaken what's inside is a piece with a classical touch ...very impressive.. and lovely... 10+++ lovelots, Maia