The Song of Life

I woke up one morn, I knew it was time
For the greatest rhyme ever to be born
The sun shone down bright as I left the last stair
The cool fresh air, dispelling the tiredness of the night.
I could feel the thoughts and emotions bubbling inside me,
Trying to break free of the binding old notions.
As I gathered my thoughts together, I was surprised
To see them all sliced down to pieces of worthless feathers,
Nothing but a slow trickle, nothing but a big blank space,
A sad frown on my face, and an accentuated wrinkle.
I’ve had, not one, not two, but many a fall.
Somehow, I stand up, stand tall, I get through.
But this one was different….
Just when I was about to step up to the peak
Things seemed bleak, I felt the ground under me melt.
The hope of a better tomorrow, a brief moment of bliss,
All turned into an endless fall into the abyss of despair and sorrow.
I stepped out to enjoy the moon, the day had passed.
Sadly, no thoughts had I amassed. Over me, I felt failure loom.
As I looked around, I saw the old men walk by,
Their wells of wisdom never dry. I heard their smiles sound
As soft whispers in my ear, “We know of your quest.
We know you’ve tried your best. Keep trying, my dear”.
As I watched the old men’s backs fade away in the distance
The last one threw me a glance as the wind covered his tracks.
Slowly, I realized that my quest had come to an end
All along, the answer had lain around the bend, the one I’d just crossed.
It dawned upon me that the greatest song is the song of life,
Through my troubles and through my strife, I’d been living it all along.
Each day I wrote my part, not me alone, but every human
Under the glowing sun, each his verse, till the end from the start.
I laid myself down to sleep, the weight of nothing
Upon me, no stings, no wounds, only the truth burned deep.

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