When Life Is On The Edge Poem by spiritual seeker

When life is on the edge,
And seen me many of the acts!
Sorrow and happiness,
And the scars of battles are now openly seen,
Memories upon memories,
Dreams that come to revisit,
Remorse and Regrets.

But this flow of breath has not yet ended,
For the choice has been made,
That I wish death will not come on my bed,
That I will continue to walk the uncharted path,
And to drink from this clear flowing stream.
Which taste sweeter than wine in a silver cup!