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Sometimes smileing is the hardest
thing to do
Knowing what I know, seeing what
they do
Sometimes I think my smiling is the
thing that makes things worse
It"s hard hard to think my smiling is
the cause of my curse
Sometimes I think by divine design
My best plans are twarted
My hopes and dreams would just
unwind
If something was what I wanted
If I could give my smile away
Joy would be disburst
My smile would try to fill the day
With the happiness it rehursed
My smile wants to smile
But instead tears they burst
Tears that come unwillingly
But from a natural birth
Tears that tell the secret
Tears that reviel the fears
Tears of untold sorrows
Tears from all the years
A million and one things
Could be hidden with a smile
Is a smile worth giving
With heart breaking all the while
Who would suspect the smile
The master of deceit
Smiles they go unquestioned
They make the deal compleat
But this day a day I did not choose
A day for my soul to sorrow
Today my smile I will not use
But save it for tommarow
A smile unabused a little less used
Ready for the world
But while this meloncholy stays
My smile will go unfurled
Amid falling leaves, I stand motionless
trying to understand their falling off;
is it agony of going into oblivion
or joy of freedom from a bondage.
But whatever it is, I feel amazed
at this repetitive magic of nature;
at the start of cycle of renewal
in physical and metaphysical sense.
Why do leaves change their colour
dazzling the entire environment;
and adorning bright crimson hues
before kissing dust to become dust?
Is it to reduce the meloncholy
of baring the trees of their loss;
or to celebetate a joy of freedom
in anticipation of oncoming spring.
Beyond a cold, grey winter
when new shoots will adorn the trees;
in green and other myriad hues
spreading the warm cheer again.
Whatever it may be, falling leaves
inspire me to prepare for change;
from my current state of being
weather good or bad, I not know.
It will, sooner or laterdesert me
and like falling leaves ask me;
to brace up to face cold winds
and persevere, in hope of a colorful spring.
This continual change will go on
for ever, till eternity, I guess;
the whistling breeze merrily helping
leaves to fall off as an agent of change.
Leaves believe they shall be replaced
by fresh young ones next season;
they let go and enjoy their freedom
celeberating their fall dancing with wind.
Yet they cannot help leaving behind
a sombre mood for those still attached;
signalling them to prepare for the inevitable
when their turn arrives, to depart.
Because the sun SETS
is no reason for MELONCHOLY.
The moon comes not to PROTEST,
but to raise heads and make JOLLY.
The moon beckons a host of STARS,
offering us more than enough of LIGHTS.
Together, pleading our cause, releasing from BARS,
and making our pathways bright, retaining our SIGHTS.
And before departing, heaven's hosts remind us of the sun's RISING,
rendering hope, giving cause for new seasons, new reasons for LIFE.
And the sun rises, beams renewal; and afresh, reenables our THRIVING.
Nay, there are friends aplenty, full of life and light, and ever so NICE.
010822PSCtest, Who Am I, Unseeking Seeker. 4p
Rymes in caps.