Original poetry: "The lost sheep", by bonzopoe

about 1 year ago

The lost sheep

The children are in social gathering,
planning a future based on dreams,
in paternal assumptions,
in gender roles,
in predestinations
that serve as a foundation.

With everything that others want
they build the crucible of their adventure,
the script of the play of their life,
or at least the first act,
when all are possibilities
and no one anticipates the outcome.

They put the glove to any fantasy,
they let themselves be carried away by the wind of life,
and little by little they realize
that there are no guarantees,
false promises abound
and that not everything that is gold shines.

Some are disappointed,
some more adapt,
others are not even intimidated,
and start again
if necessary every day
without thinking of giving up.

Those are the lost sheep,
the ones that no one ever shears off,
those who, if they cannot graze on the hill,
they just rise to the sky,
blend with the clouds
and make the heavenly vault their home.

©bonzopoe, 2023.