Eat The Peach

Life can be merciless, heartless, careless And ruthless, just in the process of finding happiness, Like nature's fleeting bloom, Winter of our times is like an empty room Sparse with the echoes of familiar voices, Some now silent in their cold tomb, As we reach for the zest and juice of a peach, But it always seems just out of our reach, Expectation becomes desperation For success, love, happiness and the revelation Of trying to find ourselves in life's goals, To eat the peach and feel that living is within reach, Giving is part of living, Living tries to teach Us, kindness, goodness as we march forward to the beat of happiness, We feel the ghosts of our past Surround us, comfort us and protect us, As time runs fast We must realise how special we are without any fuss, We can then embrace the present and the future, As we continue to endure, Because living is an art so pure, We are full of uncertainties but we can be sure We can eat the peach it is within our reach!