May Day

On a clear and bright Sunday At the end of May When the sky is so true Like a beautiful painting in blue The white fluffy clouds you rarely see Forming shapes ethereal The sun shines bright Basking in its own limelight Making the air more clear The pollution seems to disappear You can see your city more further than before Its not yours improved eyesight but thanks to the bright sunlight The mind still remains clouded With some worries its always surrounded No matter how hard you try Theres always something more to firefight To do lists never grow smaller Making money or saving it Unending process u cant resist To make the next day or week or month better Little things that bring happiness get left behind Enjoyed more in childhood than latter in life We run after things we want to buy Foolish we are and blind Thinking it will make us happy Only to realise The rigmarole never ends just grows bigger In time Wish this bright and sunny day of May Clears our clouded minds Make us think What we really want in life Enjoy little pleasures that bring a smile Spread a little of our own sunshine ...