Dropped on the floor,
On a cold Sunday morn.
Lost and found ,
Draped on the door ,
Of the church stall.
With a friend,
Claims the scarf,
On the way,
To the Victoria market.
The stall owner tags along too.
They journey together,
Explore the city.
Knitted together, for a day
Like strands of wool,
On the scarlet scarf.
(Poem-Scarlet Scarf has been contributed by Mystica Parriera)
As the water flows so do people in and out of lives each day
Time gives us those we need, time leads us to and from them I say
Some leave and some are lost in time, since no longer the paths meet
Others are stolen by time from us, eyes closed forever not left with to cherish
A fine balance of favours given and received, a measure of give and take
We cannot get more than what we give, although we can but give more than they seek
Choices are what we have to stay or leave ,to befriend or alienate
Keeping in mind each time, we reap what is sown.
Entrusted are we by time the responsibility, of another’s woes to seek and heed
We are to be conduits for that which happens in the lives others lead
We may not influence choices or decisions, to be there we must just to hold
Each is but weak, each is but another’s keep, a refuge in times of need