shivalihp

Nightime: 

By: Shivali H. Patra, California

My eyes drooping.

The night sky, black as paint.

The nocturnal still venture out in 

To live is to die

To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry

To try is to fail

To have friends is to have enemies as well

The good does not stand alone

But neither does bad

There is no ying without yang

too fat

too skinny

eating too much

eating too little

not good enough

too self confident

around and around it goes

my mind can't stop 

won't stop

if I tell myself this 

Overview: 

There is this bench in a park.

It has a plaque

Dedicated to a man

Who sat there every day

And watched the world go by.

I wonder what he was like,

What he saw.

As I sit here