An arc of life
Most people can draw an arc.
A perfect curved line, in one stroke.
The swift sweep upwards like a lark
descends and trails away like smoke.
A metaphor for a journey; a life.
Whose life is so smooth an arc?
Perhaps only those who die young.
Most are made of small strokes that mark
life’s twists and turns, the right and wrong.
A jumble of minute dots and dashes.
Each life is a work of art.
Not a curve drawn on a blank page.
Our visions, plans , goals missed and met.
Desires, deadlines – reviewed, re-set.
A gold thread, fading as we leave the stage.
Chris Ingall 31 December 2016 Revised 2 October 2019