I COULD NOT FIND HIM

Resting on the rope edge of hope

Weary traveler I;

Having traversed this far….

I long to know my scope;

If I fared well

In the test of faith through life;

In a sandwiched life

Jam packed between two slices

Madam Hope does a somersault’

Almost swearing;

With impatience;

For Mr. luck was late as usual.

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Walking with fighting spirits all fit!!!

Whence did life ever glitter?

In the bright, light of day

for it to do today

It was always the moon that plays

deaconess to man kind!! (Deaconess=a

woman who ranks below a priest)

Resting on the rope edge of hope

Weary traveler I;

Having traversed this far….

I long to know my scope;

If I fared well

In all his test of faith;

Then I smile;

Master Faith my for ever friend

He and I; in playful banter rejoice!

Does it matter?

Anyways Life goes on….

Each man born

must bat his turn

Referee is the Lord

it is a match for life!

I cannot find him…

To rejoice with;

That is life…

Resting on the rope edge of hope

Weary traveler I;

Having traversed this far….

I long to know my scope;

If I fared well

In the test of faith;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir