That day if not weeks
He stood past those creeds
Gazed, to that winter sun
Soft blue sky and the lemon breeze
He closed his eye, walking in symphony
Of the music that the wind mellowed
He smiled as he paced, gaiety to the heart’s upbeat.
Rising from those grey shallows
At cent percent compound interest
Life is an autumn October
Why think so much
When things art happy tomorrow
Sooner or later it’s all over
So use it like it was forever borrowed
A shrug on his shoulder, a stick on his hand,
Barely could he stand that time
He lifted the veil of world; he may now see
Gripping the moment in his hands, while he prays to thee
Mesmerised by a flower’s magnificence
Its mere existence so precious, he appreciated and could not lie
This little happiness it gave, though tomorrow all shall die.
So he laughed, sang and he cried
Because he lives today
Tomorrow he shall not rely
Stood with arms so wide
The edge of a lake
And a breath he inhaled, full of life.
A promise, now to be free,
His dark deep eyes with those desolate wrinkles and crease,
Face now blue, Leukemia being the tease.
His life he always coined the gold
Although his family being the reason he smiled.
Wondered if he had made those trips
Instead of the business, his throat now grips.
Oh dear life! When we meet again to live
I swear I shall be true from the beginning
Share the tenderness of love with all.
Caress her tresses and tell her where we belong
I promise not to be naive
The things I shall say, things my heart always hide.