I can walk with life: A poem 

I can walk in the rain 

and distill the pain 

I can face the fierce breeze 

and get a fresh lease 

I can think of spring 

as if it were the only thing 

I can feel your presence 

in a lonely sentence 

I can wait for decades 

and think like a moment, it fades 

I can be ailing in my bed 

and still not fear I’ll be dead 

I can potter in the kitchen of age 

but youth be my study’s page 

Patience is no forbidden apple 

Your sustaining manna being my staple 

I can carve the meat of life 

like a selfless devoted wife 

This road may have no solutions then 

but it takes away every problem