The strife that is Life

We came in this world
We have to go
This will not change
Always will be so


When we are young
Seldom give thought
To this Timeless truth
Nor is it sought


We act as if we'll
Live for ever
Thoughts of demise
Seldom-or never


We fight, lie, steal
Harbor every vice
Can be kind and good
Peaceful and nice


The ups and downs
Of fleeting Life
For sheer survival
Endless strife
To keep some order
We make rules
Promptly break them!
Oh! What fools!


When youth fades
Things gradually change
Despite our efforts
To tinker, rearrange


Age loosens our grip
Control slowly slips
Like the morning Sun
The dew-drop sips


To the fortunate few
Ultimately it dawns
It's a Cosmic game
We are but pawns


The pride, arrogance
Of our youth
Dissipates like odor
Baring the Truth:


That this strife
This greed for gain
Was a brief illusion
Was all in vain!


If we could this
In youth surmise
This Earth might
Change to- paradise!