EVERYTHING WOULD SLIP AWAY.

To write, as I sat, I didn’t seem to’ve a single clue
of some issues,in my mind,were their though few
as though it were to come in life and were to stay
and before no time, everything would slip away.

A treat to the eye,at dawn is the dew drop
like a butterfly from the grassblade,its out to hop.
But once were to rise the sun and come a ray
in a jiffy, everything would slip away.

After a turbulent time and a black cloud
life would continue and once again one would mould.
But what would be done up with brick, mortar and clay
by the coming of the hurricane, everything would slip away.

Things dont,once again,would never look the same
for the wrongs,even if one is willing to take all the blame.
There would somethings that one would wish to say
alas,before that itself,everything would slip away.

March of the day to the week to the month would be so slow
and what future,the year has in store,one wouldn't get to know.
All one can do and hope is for a new start, try and assay
and hopefully, the negative,everything would slip away.