Under the gray sky

This is my new poem

Under the gray sky

Under the gray sky a small man moves his feet
Beside the same buildings he buries his misery
Looking front and sides he gets along aimlessly
Fearing any shadow behind the corner


Under the gray sky the small man gradually is relieved
As the fresh breeze slaps gently his face
He gathers hope as if he gathers blossoms
Smells enthusiasm like perfumed roses



Under the gray sky the growing man is self-discovering
Digging deep in his past to excavate his weaknesses
Astonishingly he founds diamonds in the dust of his existence
Brushing these gems , his eyes were taken by their beauty


Under the clearing sky the grown man finds his way
The sun is getting up slowly, throwing away its shackles
Oh that is not the sun we know, but the sun within him
He gets back to real life after a prolonged coma, fully alert

The meaning of life!

Hello:
Life is not percepted in the same way by every individual, this is what I have gathered during my hitherto voyage on the face of the earth. Alfred Adler, a prestigious Austrian psychologist and founder of the school of individual psychology, born 1870 and died 1937, has written a classic book in German which was translated into many languages including Arabic, it was called in the English version(What Life Could Mean to You). This is an enlightening book that is worth the effort, time taken to read it.