Life is like a painter <br />Who paints a beautiful picture <br />Of a mother who showers her baby <br />Colors of water steadily <br />Flowing onto the child’s body <br />With his eyes wide open <br />Looking so vibrant <br />And hoping <br />He would not be drowned <br />By his mother <br /> <br />Only the painter <br />Could change all the factors <br />The mother let loose <br />And the baby goes dozing <br /> <br />Articulation of living perfectly <br />Events were created chromatically <br />Surpassing all anticipations <br />Exceeding all expectations <br />Blanketing all cloudy minds <br />To live with honor <br />Or to live with disgrace <br />In a life out of place <br /> <br />Exaggeration could be the word <br />But, as a painter <br />We paint our picture <br />The picture is premature <br />Success, failure and glory <br />Could be your history <br /> <br />Don’t call it quit <br />When you have succeeded <br />Look at the painting <br />The stroke of living <br />Is in your hands<br /><br />Sulaiman Mohd Yusof<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-like-a-painting/
