life, it is said
is full of surprises
yet the days pass by
routine rules the world
nothing is new

always looking
for the lining in the cloud
but which part is silver
which part grey
what is unknown
and what is just old

and a new day dawns
as life proceeds
no expectations
the journey goes on
the endless cycle
and then, there was you

no matter what
becomes of these lines
no matter who reads
of my surprise
or how I shall entitle
this attempt at a verse
you will always know
it was written for you