Ask the Morning, yes, please do
Does it feel a bit insecure,
With another day and night to go
Before it sees itself again, for sure.
Time, indeed, is a fickle mistress
Life, a bubble and no more,
Standing on the shifting sands
An eternity away, is the other shore.
All things transient is, eternally, true
And Life a Caravan of vagaries,
Moments brimming with happiness
Some little bouts of miseries.
‘Tis within all this that we need to find
Joy, happiness and peace of mind,
Different ways of getting there
True for me, you, and the humankind.
Perhaps, to each his own is the best
Whirl, swivel, dance or rest
Each Day, too, has it’s night to pass
And that, for it, is its only test.
Nothing greater than serene
Nothing as soothing as the colour Green,
Heaven’s heavenly, so they say
Must be, so let’s close our eyes
And, try figure out that scene.
Hope you have some good fun
Try Jack n Jill, some other rhyme,
Remember what was said before
A mistress fickle is Father Time.
I think that grammar’s all wrong
The gender, too , in disarray,
Time knows it’s just a game
And, loves it when with it you play.
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