I try writing a poem on you,
You’re so hard I can’t break you.
Sometimes you’re rude and can’t talk to,
Sometimes I go crazy b’cause of you.

Sometimes you’re cheerful and smiling too,
Sometimes you’re grumpy and seem so blue.
You’re like a wind that passes along,
Sometimes you act, as if nothing’s wrong.

You enter this world; only to go out again,
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
You travel along without the slightest sound,
Your ne’er turn back, even for a second.

You don’t have a yesterday nor a tomorrow,
From you our ‘to-day’ we must borrow,
Sometimes you lend it with joy and cheers,
At times you give it with sorrow and tears.

To some you mean a majestic king,
To others you mean just nothing.
You lie in palaces and caves too;
Guess what this world thinks of you!

This world thinks you ‘mighty and great’;
You’re mourned for days when you leave their gate,
They try holding you back with all their might,
But; there’s no coming back, once you’re out of sight.

To me you’re a special gift from above,
Sent to me wrapped with all HIS love,
You’re more than all this world can give,
For without you I will not live……………….This is life!!!!!

By
Joyce Ray
Porur
Chennai 600116
South India