The Lessons Of Life

The lesson of life,
Come in all forms and shape,
No time is wrong,
Neither one precise,
It could be the enlightenment,
That approaches in the middle of the night,
Or an insight,
In the everyday plight to be right,

A constant cycle,
Of what is tolerable,
Without a second chance,
The lessons are erased,
Just as the steps are washed away,
By the next set of waves,

However in time,
New steps appear,
On the same shore,

This is the trend,
That is constantly repeated,
For the lessons I learned yesterday,
Might still be here today.

(31600022)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria