Difficult Moments

Every now and again, like the wind and the rain,

Come difficult moments, fraught with grief full of pain.

They punctuate life, like commas and stops. Stop the flow.

Making all slow. Taking out from life its glitter, its glow.

Till some time things are prime, then these moments come,

And whatever went smoothly stands still, glum and dumb.

Why can’t life run on like a bullet train without accidents,

No need for a crane, as for a flattened up car or a taxi with dents?

Why is joy dotted with sorrow; today end in tomorrow?

Why must money get spent, why do we need to borrow?

Why do our plans often fail, and all our efforts entail

Disappointment? Why do our schemes just derail?

Before you realize you are old, lost your eyes.

Even the best of us all are soon cut to size.

There are few answers; but questions are many.

Problems, queries, issues without solutions any.

Difficult moments in life give it depth and wisdom.

Help us see what relief is, what is hope, what is freedom.