LIFE’S LESSONS
When one sits still, the soul grown worn,
and casts an eye on bygone days,
the heart, to silent years now sworn,
drifts through memory’s shadowed haze.
Faint are the hopes that once were born,
heavy the weight that time conveys.
When steps meander, lone, austere,
along some dim, forsaken trail,
old blame, once whispered, reappears,
its echoes neither faint nor frail.
From prideful lips and hearts severe,
it strikes, and makes the spirit pale.
When night begins to veil the skies,
and sleep would seek the weary mind,
then rise, beneath those starlit ties,
old visions one had hoped to bind.
A future looms, with veiled disguise...
Was this the fate to which we're signed?
Through countless paths my feet have strayed,
some smooth with grace, some rough with thorn,
some lit with peace, some dimmed and frayed,
some gifted free, some sharply torn;
some dreams I held, some dreams betrayed...
Was this why I was ever born?
Yet all is gone, dissolved, erased,
like leaves that flee the autumn breath;
no cries remain, no past embraced,
just silence in the wake of death.
Each fleeting hour, now interlaced,
stands still beyond the stream of death.
These are, they say, life’s solemn themes:
of fleeting light and shadows spun,
the wandering soul, the buried dreams,
the truths we flee, the truths we shun.
And in the hush where silence gleams,
truth sometimes fades ... or is begun.
RASAMINDRAKOTROKA Andry Tiana
May 20, 2025
Date de dernière mise à jour : Ven 23 mai 2025
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