The Dilemma

Two reasons for the above title.

1. Wasted a lot of time. And came crashing to earth in many aspects.
2. Never able to rhyme a single poem till now.
I guess there is a beginning for everything. In my case, this poem!



All day long, I stayed put and lazy
pondering my future, all bleak and hazy.
"Time will soon run", so said my dad.
Despite the fun, Oh, now I feel bad.

Taken from google images

Hands on my face, "Why was I like this?"
Fighting my case thinking
"What did I miss?"
Old times and passion. Even company too?
Peace, joy and harmony? Maybe that's true.
But all that mattered now as the clock chimed,
I wrote all this down. Wow! It finally rhymed.


Stranded alone praying for success
Shouted a voice inner, "Laddie, you aint no mess." 
The crises will come, the riches may go
Our lives all traverse, peaks sky-high and low.
Comforted yet anxious, I watched my pen
form these lines tedious. (in meaningful pairs of ten)
Now I realize there's scope for everything.
Bring focus and patience and raise hope for everything.
"Food is ready", my mom waved and mimed.
Famished I eat, happy this effort rhymed.