The Fabric Of Life - Poem by Vinti Jetley
Whenever I see an evening star
And a graying sun through rich twilight
I know that one more day has slipped
From a fabric that I held so tight.
A day of despair, a day of mirth
A precious day I had on earth,
That day was mine if I used it right
I ran few yards, I crawled some length,
I scaled few climbs with all my strength,
I lost my days but gained new heights.
When gain was my own the loss was my own,
In happiness too I stood alone,
I looked for a hand there was no one in sight.
I filled my cup of joy to the brim,
I lit my house though the streets were dim,
I closed all doors to the morning light.
As hours went by they left no trail,
All warps and wefts were falling frail,
Of that fabric that I held so tight.
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