And every achievement smells sweet
But bitter is the taste of loss
And ugly is the face of defeat...
Some work hard with an aim
To succeed, exceed and attain
Much wealth prosperity and fame
Living life at their terms...
But some get lost,
Get bogged down by troubles,
Lose their line of sight
Fumbling in the dark,
They look for a light
Often seeking solace,
In the wrong direction
Puffing away to ease their pain,
Drinking and dreaming hoping to drain
From irksome issues of their everyday life
Is that the solution?
Is that the cure?
Does it make their lives,
Any better than before?
And in the end remains
A high roof top...
For some a ceiling fan,
For the ‘brave’ ones- the knife...
They frequently forget that life
Is God’s greatest gift to us
Given to treasure and preserve
Not to end with such ease....-Mystery Mind