Life's Account
Do you remember the day,
You were born,
Ridiculous you may say,
But surely your memories,
Got taped from sometime later after your birth,
Normally it is after several years,
Till the time you became capable of independent act,
Yes do you remember your first failure or success?
In whatever you sought,
And the events associated with such defeats and triumphs,
Most childhood are in majority happy,
Our tapes correspond pretty much,
With events small and alike,
As we turn for vocational pursuits,
It is said we have taken on the responsibilities,
Now count one ,two,three and four,
How many happy hours have you spent,
You could count honestly very finite hours very quick,
Now count one, two, three and four,
Hours you have remained perturbed and plagued,
It would take long for the count,
For your entire life would be with them abound,
You could also add monotony hours,
To either category,
And arrive at life’s accounts,
If happiness was your object,
Did you get it in full?
No and definitely no you would say,
What went wrong ,where, when and because of whom?
In post facto you know,
But now your life is almost spent.
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