Just a Mere Spectator

Not a victim, a mere spectator,
Not a star but a collector.
A collector of what you ask,
Of hopes, dreams and aspirations,
Of those unfulfilled promises, of those broken commitments.
But, am not a victim, just a mere spectator.
I watch the seasons come and go,
In spring with flowers, so does the sadness grow.
In summer with heat, the heart burns in defeat.
What do I say about winter, when tears freeze not ready to surrender.
But, am not a victim, just a mere spectator.
A spectator of what you ask,
Of a life that will unfold - Happiness to counter stifling pain,
And Goodness for the memory to maintain.
Oh how I love being a spectator
For after every fall, my strength I regain!