We do not know

What the future holds

Will it bring “sunshine

Rain hail or snow”

Life is like

Shake & bake

Or icing on the cake

Depending on

Ones power of reasoning

One can make it

Or sever it


Life is like a

Never ending road

With hair pins & slipper slopes

Along the way

We do trip & fall

Get up dust off

When the “road

Nears its end”

Wouldn’t oneĀ  like to obtain

The “Pot of Gold”?


Farida Bam

One comment

  • Seriously, Farida, you should create a volume of your poetized work. Keep rocking!
    Best Regards,
    Jamshed Arjani

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