People

Oh people they are a weird species,

Their problems are self inflicted rabies,

And yet they howl like babies!

Some live in the past,

For as long as their lives may last,

Some fret over the future,

Uncertainties they breed and nurture,

The thought of a present is lost,

In envy, hatred and a mask of frost,

Of the rare happiness that comes,

is quashed by doubts, self pity and the occasional grudge.

The winner stands on top alone,

The loser gives up up everything to be a clone,

The audience is left bewildered,

Which side to choose is the question?

Some neither win nor lose,

They sit aloof and tighten the noose,

On those who sought to take a risk,

They are hungry for entertainment and a few kicks

Some are always desperate to "help",

Its their life's mission they tell,

Can they even help themselves I'd like to know,

Why be all mighty in order to take a bow?

Life is a flighty temptress,

What they have is never enough,

They plough to find the gold mine,

Or succumb to wine,

Or both.

They come in different shapes and size,

Each wants to lead an extra ordinary life,

They strive on being "individualistic"

And show they are above being materialistic

Yet they desperately seek attention,

And it becomes a bone of contention,

A pathetic tale of trials and tribulation.