A note to Life....

Life, my dear, you’ve been discussed forever

With cherish and cynicism alike.

How does it feel, to be worthy of being,

The cynosure of everyone’s eyes?

Do you like the praise that is heaped? Or hate the laments and gripe?

Or have you by now learnt to lead on, while ignoring the perennial hype?

Fame is a halo.

And is sure to follow, someone as precious as you.

So it won’t seem to be new, when I choose to smother you

With Gratitude that’s long been due.

The best that you give is several relationships

That ensure we are never alone.

And through the contrasts of the good and the bad

Wisdom and growth we have known.

Our will to survive is nurtured and kept alive

By your hurried little twin called Time.

All the goodness you store, leaves us wanting some more

Letting go is judged to be a crime.

So making the most of all that you hold is a promise I gladly will make

For someday ahead, Posterity will regale, in the stories together we create.

The surest grasp