The Memento
When once I trek wearily lonely on a path
As I knew life unknowingly could pour it's wrath.
I tried not to get myself entangled
In life's problems, but unceasingly I wrangled
Until I met a maiden on whom's words I stood
Then fighting life's problems I knew I could.
Repulsively, I skid off my way;
My face whenever she saw, she try to look away
Then to her my flaws I said I knew
And the chasm between us she sew.
The almighty all things we know could gather
Verily I perceive has brought us together.
But though all things were made for our general use,
Many a time things do not fuse
But my mistress whose love is so innocent and free
Let me grow near her like a tree
On which with her love she could water
Making our bond so strong none could alter.
As a beauty i know she is a star
And there is none like her by far
Cause all beauty she is accounted to possess
And love, none can match her in her prowess.
But at the end life is but a walking shadow
And your hour if you abuse and fret, then ends your show
But our life a memoir would be, then unleashing a MEMENTO.
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