The song of Life, is not a sad song
Though, sadness maybe a part of it,
Paths you walk may well be dark
Unless they are, by moonlight lit.

Two sides of the coin, is an idiom old
Heads or tails, that is the choice,
Coin- spinning has two results
Joy on one side, then a mournful voice

Tears will flow, both sad and happy
Though they’re not quite the same,
Little to choose ‘tween devil and saint
Like infamy, stardom, and fame.

Perhaps, best the one who, dreamily, slumbers
Away from the world’s traumatic stage,
Counting neither hours nor numbers
Wisely called a, sapient, Sage.

Roses strewn across the gardens
Also lie on many a grave,
Today’ s Master who rules the roost
Could, tomorrow be your slave.

Life, indeed, is a mystery
If you try to unravel it,
Let the knots be where they are
Skip around them, bit by bit.

Happy you shall, mostly, be
Less morose for sure
If, you decide to quite simply
The unhappiness part, ignore.

This life belongs to you alone
You, the rightful owner,
So, do with it what you will,
No harm if you’re labelled, a “loner “

Then, go it alone all the way
Till you are no more,
“Footprints on the sands of time”
Will, one day, leave the shore.

(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)