Saturday, March 20, 2010

Fields Of Puzzles

The cruel tricks that life ever plays
The games of chance he dearly frays
Perpetual winner he never vows
Glorious trophy ever in his paws
Trailing voices all around
Diminishing choices set abound
Tension
Contention
The valiant ones amongst them say
Hold sturdy for yet another day
Beyond the sighs the victory songs
Rays of hope on redeeming tongues
Sacrificial patience
Animated nations
Steely-eyed we crave some easing
Transcending limitations of feeling
This place where life feels so strange
Our lot has got to change

4 comments:

Myne Whitman said...

Nice poem, I like it!

Have a nice week.

posekyere said...

Thanks MW.
Why do I sense a rush with you today?
Take it easy Myne!

blogoratti said...

Our lot has indeed got to change..
Interesting read!

posekyere said...

Thanks blogoratti.
No other way will do!