The System of Life
Someone has said that life is a mystery
Wrapped in enigma’s folds of obscurity
None till this day has cracked this secrecy
That indeed, establishes its inscrutability.
The childhood and teen-age bestow fun
With lots and lots of time and dynamism
But what pinches most every youngster
Is an empty pocket that steals the revelry.
The grown-up man has abundant energy
And his wallet ever puffed-up with cash
Is nevertheless miserable and despairing
For, he has truly no time for fun and frolic.
When a man grows old, he is tormented
Then lacks energy that keeps him worried
Has enough of time for leisure and holiday
With purse that is brimming with currency.
This is true story of life of all individuals
With no worthwhile solution to set it right
Everyone have to suffer this predicament
Alas! There is no escaping from this plight.
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