Sonnet: On Human Life - A Consolation In Pandemic Times Poem by Dr John Celes

All human lives are always not a tree -
Mammoth in size, and sturdy, bearing fruits!
A few may spend life-time sans malady;
A few possess such widespread and deeper roots!

Some grow from seed good in soil well-prepared;
Some end like Autumnal leaf in the wind;
Some lucky ones are until end, well cared;
Some cancer-stricken like appear, so thinned!

Some grow but cannot bud or others serve;
Some sprouts can never plant become, at all;
Some trampled die, a death they don't deserve;
Some grow amidst the stones upon a wall!

A few by grace of God live happily, long;
A few rare ones have nests that give bird-song!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-09-2021