Life

From dawn to dusk
The clock just creeps
And we slither along
Making money
At each of the stroke

We run and run
Conquering time
For materialist gain
No time to rest
No time to breathe

We have so much
We need so much more
Money is never enough
Much more luxury we need
To lead a content life

At last we halt
With no vigor left
Enveloped by old age
And we turn back
To revisit the happy moments

All seems blank
Happy moments seem
Silhouetted by our rush
Alas! In our pursuit for a content life
We forgot the real meaning of life