Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Every Single Day

(Another one to make you feel better after a bad day; but this one's way better, as it has the ingredient necessary for cheering people up: Humour! Consider this poem as an allegorical way of stating the true message contained in the last paragraph.)

Yesterday I burnt my toast,
Cursed and started over,
Thinking that at the most,
I would have to drive faster
In order to be on time.

So I raced down the highway,
And got pulled over for speeding;
The fine I had to pay
Made it difficult breathing.
I ended up an hour late.

Though I knew my excuse was feeble,
For some strange reason,
I was chastised by four different people,
As though it was rabbit season
And I was the sole target.

Complacency, lack of sincerity, unpunctuality,
Some more words I couldn’t pronounce,
Such rare moments of unanimity
For them, is when they denounce
Hapless chaps like me.

Still reeling in a semi-trance,
I went to work with half my mind,
And I suppose I had the chance
To salvage my pride,
And get some work done.

But for reasons not hard to guess,
I was staring at the dreaded blue screen;
Looks like I made a complete mess.
Computers can be so mean;
Maybe I forgot a semi-colon.

I rounded off my splendid day
By spilling coffee on my boss’ shirt;
He didn’t have anything to say,
Just stared at me as though I was dirt,
And left me there with an empty cup.

I reached home and went to bed
Without any further incident.
Wishing I were dead,
My ego sporting a dent,
I went to sleep.

I woke up in time to see the sun rise,
With golden rays peeping from behind clouds;
Smelling the fresh air I realized,
The past may not forget what I’ve done,
But I can forget what I’ve done in the past,
So with a smile on my face
And levity in my soul,
I made up my mind
That from that moment on,
I would make a fresh start to life
Every single day.

2 comments:

Kirthi said...

I really liked the last stanza especially:
"The past may not forget what I’ve done,
But I can forget what I’ve done in the past,"

Prashanth said...

Haha! Great intuition! You put your finger on it... I wrote those two lines first, and the rest of the poem as a filler for that message.

Well, ok, I guess the poem isn't as great as I remember it, but somehow, no matter how bad a mood I'm in, I can't help smiling after I read this poem...