Voltar

We grow old judging othersAnd ourselvesUntil life humbles usAnd makes scared children of usLonging to hold another’s handTo hear their kind words And witness their kind deeds done on our behalf.But like children,We sabotage everythingFor nothing satisfies usUntil life crumbles usAnd we are no more.

Kamand Kojouri
life longing children poem judgment words judgement old judging judge kind old-age grow criticize humble deeds scared witness critical hand critic kamand kamand-kojouri kojouri sabotage raging short-poem criticise behalf crumbles satisfies