A Different Day Poem by Vinti Jetley

While sprinting on the track of life,
You pinned your eyes on the finishing line.
You didn’t have time to smile and greet,
Those went passed you or stayed behind.

Your race did end on a victory stand,
Your spurned your gold from labours’ grind.
No storm, no cloud, no precipitous bolt,
You cup of joy did rest in your hands.

Your sky did gleam with silver lines,
You had no foes and didn’t need a friend.
But Time doth choose a player each day,
Even tales of triumph are lost on the way.

As you rest in the shades of tree,
And watch others go past in haste,
You feel a pang of memories past,
And fading joys of a lingering taste.

Do you ever wish you had stayed for some,
Or sensed the pain of weary eyes,
Held some hands and stopped some falls,
Or heard the sob of silent sighs?