Life

Datelines looming,

like flowers blooming.

Expectactions galore,

like never before.

Money matters,

always the chatter.

Heart cries out,

but no one's about.

What shall we do?

What can we do?

This is life they say.

Nothing's kept at bay.

Is there nothing more to life?

It feels sharp like a knife.

Where's the good times?

We've made many climbs.

No matter,

as the days don't get better.

We just got to trudge along,

and keep life singing the same old song.