We look with our eyes, but cannot comprehend
Where, our tapestry starts and where it will end
  
Like actors on stage, our tapestries as background
We perform life’s role, as our designs are unwound

Invariably attracted, to the beauty of others
Our own unseen background, inattention then smothers

Their life more exciting, more beautiful, more grand
And ours becomes a protest, for life being bland

But our background keeps unfolding, it’s elegance unseen
All the brights and the bolds, of our colour scheme

So we leave unaware, of what we’ve achieved
As our endeavors have thus, our tapestry weaved

Sad that some of us exit, from this wondrous planet
Not realizing what we, have accomplished in it
BOEMS BY JA 543