sedimented truth

washed the cups of coffee
drained the leftovers,
sedimented truth
of life
will not become compost so soon,
but one has to keep trying
aroma of the coffee will stay
stains on the fragile scarf may not stay
i will do with what stays
and live without what goes away
isnt that one rule of life
which will keep us sane?
prayers will accompany the stains
drains
and the multitudes of life
which
work on the leftovers to let
them manure
the trees under which you may
save yourself
from scorching sun and some fatigue