Caste

On a linear scale
Bye & Bye, the seasons
Life need not as well,
Forget all reason. . .

Future!  Present!  Past!
‘tis a sacred thing
the mold that’s cast;
beautifying everything
including the memories
that last.

Life is precious
we’re often told
yet, living’s difficult
It’s clear
each day behold
Beautiful
Bountiful
Bold!

Wrongs, rights, bad & good ----
all an olio of sights. . .
beautify we could,
If,
in a celebration of life
we awaken to this.

Though aged
or brand new
be comforted in
Love
for living and life,
is You
& what I’m thinkin’ of.

Smile, Smile
within the caste.