The barcodes of life are too standard
They are just straight and not wayward
Shall they be changed? is all I ask
If they don’t, then to change them is my only task
Path of thorns is where we all walk
Bed of roses is where we want to sit and talk
The grave is opened for all to sleep
Before which we must have a peep,
Into our own mirror and find what it reflects
If the image is sad, we must know its defects
***Wrote this when I was coding barcodes for credit card statements in my office, thus the name.
You really know how to transform drudgery into poetry-that too beautiful beyond words.I loved
ReplyDeletePath of thorns is where we all walk
Bed of roses is where we want to sit and talk