Well Lived

As I brush aside the dust piled on life,

I'm amazed at the wonders I witness,

Those rustic nuances bubble with bright hues

And those melancholic days flutter with a sheepish smile,

Deary nights seem a bit more welcoming,

And tiresome mornings seem afresh with a sip of coffee,

Every fear, when spoken aloud, appears childish,

And all those sighs are now filled with contentment,

Selfishly taken decisions come off as favour towards myself,

And every piece that I lost was for a good cause,

Now when I look back at life,

I see a life well-lived.