Life Won'T Be Without Sorrows
Days evade too fast from our years,
and take with them all memories;
if nobody has ever dreamt,
do it now and bear no regret!
Our youth came and faded,
wasn't it the pride of yesterday
seeing health and strength
prevail never in discord;
what conflicted with the time
was the rush of thoughts being spoken,
and the urge to see them realized
in the quickest possible way
when impatience shortened its length...
was there consent or a silence not broken?
Ah, furtive days allow this dream-chaser
to reach his destination and not put tomorrow on hold!
Ah, fate never bends some rules that shape and mold
the character of a pioneer whose discovery made him err
elsewhere postponing his dream on future explorations...
if his ambition would demand him to make more sacrifices!
I made my escape from desolation and halted
time moving swiftly and it made a concession...
if I didn't cross his path unexpectedly but proceeded
with caution when experiencing the worst allusion:
that trails and tribulations are the woes of mortality,
those sorrows that make one weep desperately!
Reminiscences of sad events
are vestiges that flicker and vanish':
similar to secrets being kept
in the depth of the truest heart
afraid to have them revealed in a rush...
they are more precious than friends!
Life won't be without sorrows,
and sharing them is partaking
of the anguish, we took upon ourselves
while being driven from Paradise
by two angels holding flaming swords;
we can obey or rebel, sin twice...
and lose it again to a deception unfolding!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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