Higgledy-Piggledy Poem by Old Rose Celine

What made me want to look back at my past?
Why is it so difficult to heed the haste of time?
What could have been better?
Which had enveloped my thoughts of dismay?
Smoothen out the touch of confusion
Dismantle not the naked truth
If these are all but musty,
How can I put things in order?
How can I manage the hands of time?
And refresh them back to enliven the staleness?

My mind commands me to give up,
But thoughts of simple insights
Block any path of pessimism,
Lest, a shade of light can pull apart
The confusion that lingers in my mind
I know how life can be so enigmatic,
Yet, my perceptions of the truth
Reveal the dilemma of a solitary life
There goes plenty of time to meditate
And discard all my inhibitions
There lay my cards of certainty,
Always looking forward to a brighter side