Life Poem by Robert Dummett

Life:
Passing of years
Where youth and love,
once vibrant and screaming -
a healthy rise;
once stinging and gleaming -
a noonday sun,
quails like tamarind pod
upon its tree - life still pulsating.
Joyous in all frailties,
Singing like the Picoplat -
never a thought of passing,
youth sallies into rough
unending verities of span,
a partner to the auxiliary can.

A fellow traveller on this road of life
squats like a fruitless Julie tree,
whose mangoes, stolen, leaves her free
from beggars such as he -
squats on the side near passing feet,
begging for a bit to eat.
His ami sports a television face
in this abominable race.
So it is in universal terms
where fish eats worms,
and fish eat fish,
and they for man provide a dish.