Serendipity

Amidst the trees, Of

Guilded youth; Across the fence-

I sat on a lounger,

Solemn and in eloquent silence.

I watched Nature’s grandeur

Of trees and coots and doves,

And then I thought-

Every man kills the things he loves.

All this while I was,

Existent but benighted,

I realized in serendipity, the world-

Is full of men, Perfidious and blighted.

The world’s mire, besmirched

Worldly affairs but a coquette,

Some strut down the rocky roads,

Others sidle to malignant fate.

The good Samaritan is lost,

Of Roman virtues there’s a dearth,

To expurgate the sins and follies,

Where is the man of sterling worth?

What is it worth, living in a world,

Of treachery and sinful deceit;

Where we cast pearls before swine

And run after elusive feats.

Clouds heap upon clouds, Above me-

The grey and the overcast sky,

I shall melt in the dark, and,

Sublime from this world so sly.