In the past
I used to worry whether things would last.
Then I grew up
And learnt that the goal is to sip daily from that cup.
For as you sip,
In the river of eternity you take a dip –
What is life but an act of balancing on that knife?
On this side
The heavenly glide
Where all is glory,
But on that, the slide,
The descent into all that is gory.