Life is gorgeous but rugged
At mountain tops and valley troughs,
Finely shaded here and there.
At noon, it’s snow and white.
Light green across the veld
Like orange and cream at brunch.
Then pink and peach at lunch,
So grey and off at dusk.

Life is gorgeous but rugged
A valley of medals and “slaps”.
Mended will that fill up bones.
A prop above wrecked bottles.
Then, a skip to prevent a bleed.
Ahead, though troublesome lane
For rewards that’re nearer than far
Thro’ success that’s netted by zeal.