What you have is beautiful


What is to be made of
a gloomy afternoon; the sun
scorching all in sight
tanning all, or tanning none?
what is to be made of the dew
when it kisses the flowers
at twilight, when the world awakes
alas! those who appreciate this are few
What is to be made of conversation?
With long lost friends from afar
When you recall all that you spoke
Amidst deathly silence, devoid of jokes
What you have at this moment is beautiful
The joys measured and unmeasured, wonderful
But we never know until it’s too late
Only when we are left burning at our stakes
What is to be made of the rainbow?
So perfect in shape, so divine
Spreading across the horizon in the sky
bringing a smile when it catches your eye
For now I’ve begun to wonder, is it too late
Have I forgotten to taste mirth?
Will I ever experience all of this again ?
In this life, or in my next birth?
What you have at this moment is beautiful
The joys measured and unmeasured, wonderful
But we never know until it’s too late
Only when we are left burning at our stakes..
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