As I awake
To day anew,
A gift to take
Life to renew,
Fugacious stay
Be of fates will,
As each new day
For time to fill,
In meagre way
If but to have
Chosen align,
Even if halved
By failing gods
Who fall behind,
With dated skills
In garbled minds,
Too aged to fulfil
Their role per se,
Fearing their state
Renders man still,
The while awake
Should fate so will!
Poetry on a canapé 