the poem of life

the poem of life ?
the first and the last rhyme are already written by
all the rest in the middle
is everything and nothing at the same time
is a bit less of the even more
is like a chisel in the wind , an embroider in time
made with thin filaments of dreams and hopes

the poem of life ?
walking along the riverside 
 and fences at the periphery of the universe
high barriers that divide the must be
from the could be if
if we only had the strength and determination to jump over that wall !

the poem of life ?
before leaving 
with hope passion and compassion
singing and playing 
to each new travelling companion we meet along the way
every single step that we carry in our heart and  
in our soul
throughout these lonely and forgotten suburban trails 

the poem of life ?
the first and the last line are already written by
embracing one another 
once more
before departing
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/04/la-poesia-della-vita.html