when will you say, it is the end of the day
the spring is far away
and the work is really without pay
when will you say
that life was useful
and the mistakes were meaningful
you can now sit back
rest and retire
let the smells of roses
lure the bee
share the honey
and assure thee
my life could not be as transparent as it needed to be
but then life is still there,
i will walk more
please help me stand
on this cliff of thorns
without wavering for moments lost
i will try and reach there
where it does not matter,
who is in and out , where