A Plethora of grace & beauty
From time to time we all have a ME
That is glad, festive, merry & blithe.
Others where a floater crashes the fete
Wishing to steal this happy episode
Forcing us to sag, brain pumping…
Inveterate negativity, inherent from birth
Result of a chain never severed…
Where do we cut & where do we build?
Life’s exposure is at intervals, stains of ink
On delicate fabric… follow instructions
Patiently & you might foresee a clear, fine
Patch in lieu of the hole created by attrition.
Hold on to the keys of the portal
You could design, projecting, installing
As a counteraction equilibrium so that
The day you have a ME synonym to
Grace & beauty, will be a Plethora of
Constancy with intruders having no
Choice but to bow down on their knees.