spilleronsheet

If can’t wade off, be the brook

It’s true

I forgot

The way I used

The ways to crack the puzzles

To join the jigsaws of life

That’s what I used to do

Then why,

why am I in dismay?

Why I feel the stars don’t align

Maybe that’s what life is all about 

There are hills

There are valleys

There  are ditches

There our glitches

There are turnarounds

There are cliffs

Life keeps everyone at tenterhooks

If can’t wade off

Then be a brook

If can’t lift off

Then surrender to be willow

Moving with flow of wind wherever it goes…