The Perishables

The circle of life
Rolls constantly
Unseeingly so smooth
That we don’t notice the turns.

Only when
It becomes a bumpy ride
At a particular juncture
There are losses to bear
Due to the fall outs.

On our way
We gather a lot of perishables
Holding them close
Only later to feel the loss
When its time for them to depart.

The perishables
Whatever they may be
Come and go
Making us feel low.

It doesn’t take long
To understand:
Nothing helps
Even tightly holding on.
Let go
They’ll anyway stay
Until the end of play.

Nothing really matters
Even when it leaves you in shatters
Enjoy the moments of now
And repent not when they perish.
If only the rules were different…..