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.
