Sestina 2

Every time I cross the road
I wonder... Will this be the day
I get knocked down. 
Flattened onto the ground
The painter's deft stroke -
Abstract art on tar

Will the prata man dragging on his nicotine tar
Be forever marred by this road - 
His regular customer felled in one stroke...
He may buy lottery that day
Win some cash that shakes his ground
Or perhaps he may just cry sitting down

I ponder how i might one day go down
In history  - will my name be tarred 
By some indiscretion underground
Or will i be known for making inroads
In my passion that changes the day -
dreams of young minds in one masterful stroke

l lie looking at the stars when , at the stroke
of midnight i feel a jolt run down 
my spine . I think this day 
might be the day something will happen to tar
this image I've been safeguarding on this road...
How will I go to ground?

First  I want to take you to the playground 
And then give you a bath-  i want to stroke
Your cheeks before i take to this road
To kiss your eyes before I put you down
So nothing will mar or tar
This picture of you this day

And then I will say good day
My time has come  to lie in the ground
Which I know will also , one day ,  be overlaid with tar
And I hope I will be remembered for the stroke
of genius I had within me deep down
Before I ended my road

Tar stroke down road ground day

I have seen my life built up stroke by stroke

Knowing life is built up stroke by stroke
I have lived hopeful, even when I am down
For one day I will surely end this road

Knowing life is built up stroke by stroke
I have lived hopeful, even when I am down
For one day I will surely end this road.