Been
no soul that floats
Had
no encounter with envy,
Anger,
sorrow or despair
Been
no heart that flies
Sky
high light as feather
Trouble
breeds like rats
Geometric
progression, endless, infinite
Darkness,
hopelessness, despite,
The
mighty strives, the weak succumbs,
Either
is a fighter,
Neither,
however a winner.
He
walks on his own laid path
In
sun and rain alike
Smile
on his lips
Heart
on his sleeve
No
crease on his forehead
Never
a tear in his eyes
No
darkness has ever crossed his stride
His
soul alone shone pure light
Until
the end he remained the same
When
death came he was thought to be
The
undefeated in life’s game
The
end to the story
Is
as always not the same
For
life can never go on,
He
died in silence, just like he lived,
Winner
or loser? Sit on that thought.
