Each day awakening
Filled with trials and toils
Some routine as breaths
Others spontaneously
It would be easiest yet
To sit down and sob
To weep in self groveling
But pity is for the deserving
So the child is grown
Reflections confirm it
That age has gained hold
And the years ornate
There are those easy
So that everyday is a walk
The park is always sunny
And windfalls pour forth
A luxury is ill afforded
For any effort is a tragedy
Bewildering in its reaction
Like a child discovers loss
A road long and challenging
With ups and downs guaranteed
Humour and a good outlook
Keep sanity in its place there