My attempt at a doggerel -
As I stretch myself in this cosy chair,
I can feel the morning at me stare,
As I fake to fixate and not give a care,
I can hear the hollow wind's blare,
As I close my eyes the cold night gives me a scare,
I ask myself 'Is Life Fair ?'
Life's a march from cradle to grave,
And behold! you will wave,
You fight for your place under the Sun,
One day you get all the burn,
Surrounded by loved ones you always want,
One day they proceed for a forever jaunt,
Youth and wealth you brag about,
One day they slyly leave you without a doubt.
Life is a march from cradle to grave,
And sweetheart you have to be brave,
Life is a bless, it's not a mess,
So shake up and feel the wind caress,
Wake up to the Sun's warm,
And see the rain in the green farm,
See joy in misery and beauty in pain,
Happy be always and never complain!