Long years ago,
The days were bright
And life was not much ado;
Tell dear hearty,
Please do tell:
Where did those days go?
These days are hard,
Tough, full of strain;
Caught in the fix of loss and gain!
To those days of past
I want to retard;
This is a desire,
The desire of a bard.
Those days were good,
Those days were great;
Words came out from heart,
They did come straight.
Now we have mastered a malicious art:
We've made this brain a broker
'Tween the transactions of tongue and heart!
The storm is harsh,
But dont look down.
Stare into the rain with an intention so pure,
And keep on staring;
The silver lining is to be seen for sure!
Vasu Kumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-say-die/
