Life's Needless Clutters

Saddest hour of gloomiest day My happy heart had ever known, A low tide, it came with promise, No sooner came than it had gone. Tide did I say? Yea, in my heart, And both of waxing waning kind, One that comes and clears all the muck That the other has left behind. Yet, whatso life may to me bring, Sad or glad tidings, joy or gloom, If not tossed up in time, gets stored, Needless does it clutters up room. If happy hearts hopeful life lead There's room for pleasure nor yet pain, Like tides let them come and recede, Notso in life for long remain. The saddest day's most poignant hour My cheerful eyes had ever seen Came, furnished a fleeting picture And vague it vanished nigh unseen. The sad day's miserable hour Of which my ears had ever heard, No lasting impress could bestir, In time its sound bytes have now blurred. What about my mind's memories? They met much similar a fate— The same fate met by my worries, With oblivious death they'd their date. Well done O heart, you've done me proud, Life comes no gloom to inherit, Let miseries no mind's space crowd, Life is not to pile up spirit. ______________________________________________ Musings | 04.07.09 |