Living It Is, Indeed, An Art

The good are mostly those who this world, silently, depart
Others tremble, in their glory, with a  crumbling, blackened, heart.

Where nudity is covered by shredded garment, no fear ever exists
Resplendent robes are adorned by fears of being, always,torn apart

There’s an order that must always be for its commonsense, respected
That is why we never put the golden horse before the lowly cart

Reach for the stars that you admire but, always, well-grounded stay
That which carries the label ‘never”, why make a foolish start

The market- place and town square is where we buy and sell
Life is not and must never be treated as, another trading Mart.

The vagaries and the ups and downs are all part of Life
But, all said and done, it’s not so bad and, certainly, not a wilyTart.

Confused we are, more often than not, with the whirling winds of Life
Understanding it and living it well is, indeed a craft and an Art.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)