Poezja

living in full existence 
what is life? 
some moments of laughter
the euphoria of existing
those times when three wishes 
wished unending
when companionship is
the tool for growth
when the number two is needed
for a work preceeded
when those words come free flowing and

-suddenly a bridge-

when an opportunity to say goodbye 
never comes
when across the line
a helping hand is benign
when loved ones go senile
and the heart is torn in shreds
without amendment in all life's treads
when those free flowing words 
become arid
and mixed helping hands amidst
when the clock strikes nine
and affection, nowhere to find
when the doorbell brings no surprises
and the car honk a stranger's cause

Tomorrow
what does thou hold
will thou turn my object of cause
will my wound tomorrow heal
and my sorrow seal
will those words flow like the stream
and once more from life have a gleam

a race with life's characters
will i no more matter
will i stumble by one of life's hitches
if by favour i have its riches
which will make me wanton's joy
and not halloween's coy
will it the vacuum filled by air
and once more affection stir
will that lurking stranger 
become my hanger
and twilight's princess 
become my incense 


OR


do i say those words barring a couple

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