There's some corner
of the mind
that harbours your secrets
those you'd rather leave behind--

despair not nor regret
in some other corner
a little light still flickers
(though you don't remember)

that more than ascribes to
your humanity and dignity
(in the kaleidoscope of life
we discover and learn from our folly)
  
for human we all are
too human and we falter
to live is to discover
we become stronger and wiser--

cry, weep and lament if you must
yet there shouldn't be room for despair or rage
the best or worst of life is not lived in a single day
like the finest wine, our hearts and minds mature with age--

the duality that defines us all
the joys which we hold dear and the sorrows we bear
upon us they imprint their marks in fidelity and forbearance
this, this and nothing else, is the very human condition we all share.