Of My Past!

Of my past, flow my eyes,

For my days don’t have ’em,

And who to come, know I not,

Who I become, know either.

Life’s gift to many and me,

Yet we fail to see what’s right,

When we know it, time’s up,

And we think fate’s done this!

Look man, call you blind, but

Spare him to his sacred work,

For he’s busy writing their life,

Let ’em savour while you suffer!