I saw life
not straight
not the same
it kept changing clothes
*
one day
it wore rags
the poor called it life
they said.
“we move”
even when nothing moves
they smiled small
saved big dreams
inside tired bodies
**
another day
it wore perfume
the rich called it life
they said
“we deserve more”
their plates were full
their hearts
still asking
***
then
life became quiet
the sick held it carefully
like something that could break
they said little
but their eyes shouted
“please”
****
and me
I kept watching
same life
different voices
same world
different weight
I am still asking
which one is true
or
are they all
?
