Figure of my life

Figure my life- O gods

Give me one reason

Why not to the slightest foreseen

Tomorrow as of sun and season

On and on, life chopping my present

Hard and softness through drunken path

Bouncing, falling, laughing and crying

Draught and desert with sun to bath

I see the same dusk in far west

Same dawn knocking my door next day

Conscience though hope that tomorrow be best

Yet my days end with “might” and “may”

It was the same soil my life began

And hoped from same soil, to rise and win

But as youth seldom halt, green as spring

Nor would I spared too, from fall and ruin

Why thus I wait for painted lawn,

To hold my dreams like rising dawn,

Though from same soil, do rise and win

Yet not I spared be, from fall and ruin