If there’s only a change I can tune to,
Or accept that which makes me glad.
For I am wrecked in speech and strength, All my efforts in sweet waste;
Oh why is such a mood called futile
Where all your days work lulls to mock you.
If only one can know the energy burned,
To eek a living worth earning,
Why is man at the receiving end,
After all his toil is gained in emptiness;
For after so much is put to make him smile,
There comes another pouring sour seeds that cost him every dime.
Or is he at the point of endless wealth,
Where riches and fame comes with a snap of the finger,
Comfort, Happiness shall laugh him to scorn,
For such he shall find like an golden treasure.
His friends and family wallow in the spoils that come
But his heart shall search like one whose God is gone!
But hey I have nothing says another,
But I envy in the pride of happiness
Not being aware he is basked in mediocrity
And sentimentality in its highest climb;
This too the rich detests but can’t help being friends with his pitied nature.
In all of this, life is still unfair,
for one can’t tell the story of a rich,poor or middle-class man.
Their life seems like a parallel line for a start, then later one sees the other at a dividing end;
All shall come to make a shelter of experiences for each other
For life indeed is an Unchanging tide that’s worth a lifetime.
Uniquely Mustered 