Thursday, January 20, 2011

The subsistence shindig

Life is a carnival of sorts,
To comedy, it resorts,
A journey of its own, is life.
Some peace and a lot of strife.

Is there a purpose to this mess,
At times, amusing I must confess.
Pandemonium continues to ensue,
And, then turmoil begins to brew.

A street party, life is every day,
A cavalcade of joys to sorrows, sleigh.
From sorrows, slowly the joys stem,
And, that is how I remember them.


  1. life is certainly a carnival we have to learn how to juggle if we want to survive from day to day. i like to think everything happens for a reason. so i think even when we're presented with a life mess we can choose to take something from that experience and make it our own. that's how joy is sprung, :) hope all is well. have a great day.

  2. I enjoyed your poetry . A little bit of rhyme never goes amiss!


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