Another year went past,
A year older though not as wise as he expected to be,
He had some plans and visions,
They turned out nothing as to how he envisioned,
However,
In some cases, he had felt progress,
He had been blessed,
Gained some wisdom,
People should stop comparing,
Sometimes the cold can be too taxing,
Sometimes the shivers can be a source of company,
Time flashes past,
Not waiting, not halting, it presents itself and disappears,
Our skin becomes more and more crumpled,
So many pain and all kind of sickness,
Sickness of the limbs and of the diseased heart,
The journey must come to a stop,
Lo! What kind of end do we sought?
The battle fought flailing,
He stands barely in need of ailing,
Surely this whole thing is conniving,
Sometimes only pain seems convincing,
Though the light is always shimmering,
Let’s reach out and never stop hoping,
For our essence is love,
In the end,
We are all souls,
Created by love,
In the spirit of love,
Our end will be of eternal peace and of love.
