Why bother?

How short a time we mould our universe 

We learn to walk, to talk and then to curse. 

We pass exams,or fail l,and get a life 

Any one must work and have mate

Then we age and one day we are late

We must submit though often we deny.

The time we are a boss is very short. 

Then then things slip away, and in gods net we’re caugh

 

But while we are alive we can’t despair 

For always there is nature.love and fear

In the end we fade away to death

Happy to be childish as God laughs