Every cloud has a silver lining
Maybe true, maybe not
But, the fact some do is enough for me
What more do you want, What?
Stars in the sky they all shine
Not all visible to the eye,
Enough for me to see those I see
For the rest, I don’t cry.
The world’s a boiling pot today
Melting and flowing over too,
Disasters, man- made and Natural
And, viruses that leave little clue
But, even with these dismal uncertainties
Bright spots are always there,
We simply need to keep hope alive
The torch burning, everywhere.
Tensions, part of our nature
As are frowns and our smiles,
High and low blood pressure
As we hobble and also walk miles.
No two people, always, see eye to eye
So how would eight billion do,
Must learn to accept differences, for sure
And, live happily and peacefully too.
There’s another way of looking at it
And, that is the common man’s way,
The majority, in fact, the true democrats
With really not much of a say
Engrossed as they are in their daily lives
Keeping body and soul together,
Unaware of Russia and where
Ukraine is Or, where’s the Mississippi River.
Congo and Ethiopia and even the USA
Somewhere on a map that they can’t read,
The world driven not by Hunger
But, by dark ambition and greed.
But again , in all this mire around
We must some sunshine find, somewhere
And, the best place, in my view,
I think Is the Heart, so close to each and full of care.
Let’s leave TV screens and the ‘anchors’ alone
To do what they are best at, Snakes and ladders and Ludo,
perhaps Play the Mouse and also the Cat.
Let’s rise at Dawn and that phantom light
Let’s play with the morning breeze,
Let’s breathe the air while it’s still fresh
Let’s learn from the trees and the leaves.
Let’s worry about the Coral reefs
That seem to be in thermal stress,
Let’s try and keep flowers afresh
Not leave gardens in distress.
Let’s not build those “Laser Walls”
To keep out flying missiles,
Let’s not crease foreheads with frowns
And, drive away our smiles.
Let’s keep the Candle of Hope alive
Let’s do our daily thing,
A little croaking, moping, mooing’s okay
Let the Nightingale it’s ballads sing.
Let the, ostensibly, wise of the world
Create the mess in their “wisdom” suspect
Then, deal with where the stones are hurled
Not much from them can we expect
For, they were just, simple, ordinary, folks
Like most of us anyway Until, we put them where they are
And then, sadly, watch the games they play.
So,
Let’s hear Destiny’s knock on morning’s door
Let’s welcome the Day that lies ahead,
Let’s do all this and do much more
Before, we are declared beyond redemption, Stone-cold dead.
Let’s laugh and smile and dry our tears
And drive away the blues and fears,
Let’s amble through the alleys of Life
Let’s take it easy and, sometimes, change gears.
Topsy- turvy is life for sure
A Merry-go- round, a Circus, indeed,
Some flowers live in waters not fresh
Encircled by a little weed.
Happy Living.
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