If a picture can paint a thousand words
Then why can’t I paint you.Life of Contradiction – A Poem One stormy night In the middle of the day Two dead boys Stood up and fight Back to back They faced each other They drew their swords And shot each other I don’t know where this poem came from but I memorized it way back when I was in elementary. I loved it so much that when I start thinking of so many ifs in life, I play this like a broken record. I guess I have mastered the Life of Contradiction. I am happy the way I am, no need to be a master of anything when I can’t even be a master in this School of Life. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Skills. Come and join us, it’s fun.