THE LIFE

We all were blithe little brats;

      Playing d a y l o n g , in the sun

Caring for none just having fun.

      Watching cartoons of rats and cats

  O! those were the merry days.

 Those buoyant and jaunty days.

Then drew close the days of maturity,

      When contemplated got things, by NATIVE WIT

LIFE being strenuous now, a b i t by b i t.

      The sense now cloudy by a C E C I T Y

 CECITY of the knowledge, meaningless

  Thus, became the life now Spark-less.

The spark gleaming, and now was blunt.

      life squandered in the meagerness of wealth

But now what to do? As remained no health.

      Once a lively hunter, now the death's HUNT.

  Hankering now for a chance for deeds

  And divulge it for the Ensuing Breeds.