Living For The Day
Living For The Day
The poor live for the day
Now or today is what matters to them, anyway
As long as they are able to fend for the day
They are happy to live with fun and play
They hardly have time to think of future
As they are lost in daily grind culture
Working so hard throughout the day
Tired to their soles they sleep like a log, even in the hay
Muscles ache, legs weary, hands pain and eyes strained
But thinking of the morrow', they rest unrestrained
Back to routine in the morning,
Fresh and in full form
They apply themselves to the work, as per the norm
Small pleasures, Small mercies dot their way
Enough to keep them from falling into the fray
Simple living, happy times is all they ask for and pray
Living the day as it comes is a blessing to stay.