We are born and then we die.
The stuff of life comes in between.
Maybe an ice cream.
Coffee in a café now and then.
Some are boys and some are men.
Some complain when they’re left out.
What have they to shout about?
Sometimes some come together in bliss.
Then friendship, company and talk.
Some enjoy a hike or walk.
Our stories are all different but start and end the same.
Are you glad you came?
Life may not be without trial.
To say otherwise would be denial.
Are you born to cry or smile?
To get to school I walked a mile.
What price happiness and when?
Now and then.
I lay down my pen.
That’s life, make of it what you may.
Between sunrise and sunset is the day.
Is this okay?
18th July, 2018