Life

In the winding and serpentine alleys of life

Where we meet our parents, children, friends and wife

Where we have our moments of peace and strife

Pain sometimes pierces us like hot butter cut by knife

We know not what we did to warrant the punishment

Our body and will is broken , our confidence is bent

Then good-times come like rains heaven-sent

And the blood and tears is replaced by perfume and scent

Life seems to be coated with honey

We get a pound where we expected a penny

We get everything- affection, fame and money

Life appears enticing, warm and sunny

But in the corner there is a storm,

The bad times come back, this is the norm

Sometimes like an eagle we soar in the sky

Sometimes like a helpless child we fall and cry