Living Today

The days are laden with a mixture of joy and sorrow The days give the hope and the exalt of tomorrow While at the same time They keep swaying to the tunes of life The tunes singing that Tomorrow does never come And even if it does, Tomorrow does meet with its end Or with an unexpected twist Causing us all to bear the very weight of life On our shoulders While we do carry the burden of our crosses! Somehow, don't we wish we could paint our lives The way we would want it to be Don't we wish we could simply opt to act out Or change roles, as we would deem it fit Pray, life, in the very end, Remains a Mighty Goddess Giving us no choice But tempting us with the hope and the exalt With which she is imbibed of! Pray, of what use is waiting for tomorrow Best it is to swallow the sorrow And build up the exalt By living that which is today!