Life comes and life goes
Every single day brings its shows
The good, bad and the fair
Sometimes it is difficult, but I dare.
I wish I had a little more time
Everyday to live life at its prime
But the days seem specifically small
And I have so many people who call.
Where is the time to count the puddles
The rains come and go in swift muddles
The time off to smell the fresh air is in vain
It remains a dream that goes down the drain.
It is work and then more work
Responsibility demands that I don't shirk
The satisfaction of smiles around dissolves the irk
But this hectic schedule is definitely no perk.
What have we let ourselves into
Even when on a holiday, think we tend to do
It plays somewhere at the back of the mind
That amongst laptops and files soon ourselves we will find!!!
Every single day brings its shows
The good, bad and the fair
Sometimes it is difficult, but I dare.
I wish I had a little more time
Everyday to live life at its prime
But the days seem specifically small
And I have so many people who call.
Where is the time to count the puddles
The rains come and go in swift muddles
The time off to smell the fresh air is in vain
It remains a dream that goes down the drain.
It is work and then more work
Responsibility demands that I don't shirk
The satisfaction of smiles around dissolves the irk
But this hectic schedule is definitely no perk.
What have we let ourselves into
Even when on a holiday, think we tend to do
It plays somewhere at the back of the mind
That amongst laptops and files soon ourselves we will find!!!
Note: All this busyness doesn't allow for much personal time for ourselves anymore. This curtails our inner selves to grow and glow. Life has become so busy and self-sufficient
- the pine for a break and a slower tempo creeps in once in a way.
