A Pitch Called Life

We come across many people in our life. Not all continue their life's journey with us, but sometimes we wish they could do so or we could get another chance to go back to the same period of time.

When I was a jack tar,

I hit upon a jack pot.

Not little silver or its sediment,

No rutile and native element.

For opal, pearl, schorl no hope.

Prompt than brownish pyrope.

A scroll -- only truth it defend...

From this truth, all unknown pretend.

"We met in the way called life,

To shed tears with word like 'bye'...

Tied Iam  with rope -- hope.

To reveal the words unspoken."

With hope again to meet

A pitch called life I lead.