WANTING TO WIN LIFE
WANTING TO WIN LIFE
A child runs to catch a sparrow
It flies away and surprised he looks up
The mask cracks with one tooth smile
Lights up his brow.
The old man sits in sunshine
Staring blankly ahead
Shrunk body legs bent
With no famed strength left
But life continuously churns on and on
Sitting in the sun splashed courtyard
Surrounded by the whirlpool of changes
For him old is entwined with new
High rise buildings and the low flying aeroplanes
Coexist with age old beliefs, rituals
The ghosts, the witches
And the crawling spirits.
He a talking point
In rolling planes of paddy
Isolated by age
Eternity ripples through
The numerous folds of his skin
Each telling a story of a heady adventure
Or a sad encounter
Lost in the creases of time.
His face etched with haunting remoteness
Can wind the clock back more than a century
Surrounded by the halo of damnation
Appearing and evaporating
Like the morning mist.
Hopes of continuity
Waves of timidity are all gone
No honest reason to live any more.
Struggle between clinging and
Letting go has withered away
And he sits waiting
Waiting to loose life
Wanting to win life...
Yes -- wanting to win life once again
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