Life Without Rhythm

In life it does not matter if everything falls in line or not. It matters if one has tried or not.

In a life without rhythm
Does it matter if
Poetry does not rhyme?
Why waste time
Looking for words
Falling in line?

Waves crashing on the shores
Washes away footprints
On sands of time.
Enjoy the beauty
While you can.
Do not leave footprints,
Those who come behind
Leave it unspoiled for them.

May have failed
At everything I tried,
Happy at where I am
Because I tried.

May not have been the best
Lover, spouse, father,
Never had the Midas touch
Why should I bother?
Never gave up, never left,
Present at every step.
Is it a crime,
If my poem does not rhyme?

Realization at last
From chaos to creation,
There is a rhyme in
Life without rhythm.