Approximation

I’ve ever minded to live or to die, Always striving life and eluding death; There’s no end to live or be dead. All it takes there’s to celebrate, But my life is not a celebration; There must be wastrel for a celebrity. I note a void of failure and success, Yet have failed attempting to succeed; For in failure lies the aura of success. I vie life with poverty and riches; Whereof is contentment, be poor or rich? But the depth of heart than be poor or rich. I ‘void sadness and sought to be happy, And sadly tire of the bid to live happily; How sad is the path of happiness. I ponder ‘times being baddy and goody Struggling ‘tween badness and goodness; But there must be bad for triumph of good All my life I wait on seasons and times, Plan and live as warrant the seasons and time; As though there’s an end to seasons or time.