WHEN THE LIFE TRAILS

When the life trails,
Going gets tougher,
Words freeze on the lips,
Past looks more juicy.

I, then pen the lines,
Ink spreads the fragrance,
Of my flaws & deeds.
Regret then looses in air.

All is not so bad.
Lips sail & sing the future.
Weed out the fear,
And life is mirth.