Treasures

Some commotion leaves a mark on all,
Some fail to thrive, some thrive to fall.
Some disquisition end on bitter sparks,
Some end on a start of a new recall.

Somehow this noise irritates all us men -
"What did we loose and what can we gain?"
Some trifles conquer our wishful remarks,
Some ask us not to repeat them again.

But, sorrow always has an elegant show,
To teach us what we don't already know -
That all the remorse we hide inside,
With time and trust, she will but grow.

Some lessons end on a bitter appeal,
Some teach us to read more still,
Some tell us what treasures we lost,
And, some - what we all miss the most.

So, some stories end on mourns and cries,
Some end on darkness - on blood and lies,
Some end and to it - there is no meaning.
And, still they teach us of life and the illusion seeming.