A ComeBack

Hand in hand, arm in arm, that walk down the lane
Short lived, memories linger, it's life's game, the same
The many sunsets, and many sunrises, the ups and downs
And finally, all the roundabouts and turnarounds.

We will keep remembering, and will keep forgetting
Keep wondering, and keep pondering
But we always keep moving, keep going
This is what Life is providing.

Falling back into contentment, gracing for granted
Every colorful patches in the canvass, slowly faded
Unaware, thinking the color white is purity
But it was colors severity.

Now lay the canvass on the ground, trampled and stepped
Barefoot, or hands on, or roll over, whichever
Colors of rainbow, colors of heaven, of hell, skies and nature
The abstractness of Comeback, a perfect picture.

From a drop of glistening tear, from a hint of profound fear
To the feelings of residing pain, of distance drawing near
From the browsed knees and dirty hands, clawed and cladded
To back on the feet again, to stage the Comeback.

Walking down the street, head held high
Strutting the things, with a big broad smile
Not a shoulder of burden, so free to be loathed
There .... A COMEBACK!