hope

Flowers may have lost their scent,
things may be too many to resent,
life may seem to be loosing its shine,
with the slowly passing time,
nothing may make you happy,
you may prefer to be shabby,
your thoughts may become cloudy,
everything ending with only if that could be,
there may be so much to hear & say,
and all clolours may seem to possess shades of grey.

Even then you must not loose hope,
trying your best to cope,
as nothing's permanent but change,
low & high not being the only range,
life is a basket full of surprises,
presenting the journey with all its riches,
for the silence to be broken,
words may not always be spoken,
the time may not actually be ripe,
only those tears you should be able to wipe.