IS LIFE SWEET

All the mess,
that people confess,
they transgress,
get depressed,
and they forget,
their budgets,
their targets,
then the regrets,
many like leaflets,
problems in triplets,
is what they reflect.
They become rejects,
losing projects,
they start going down,
all day with frowns,
wishing they could drown,
their graves so brown,
death becomes their crown,
to the soil so brown.
Yet we ask, is life sweet?

Another so fat,
dressed so smart,
the face of the rich,
the elite of the greenwich,
they smell like dollars,
they are the highrollers,
living like ballers,
scooping all the dollars,
they cant understand,
the poor brand,
dint they have dads,
or were they bad?
They buy anything,
sell something,
own everything,
give somethings,
making more and more,
enjoying the more,
like they deserve more
Yet we ask, is life sweet?

The average man,
a healthy human,
but never gets the chance,
he is always on freelance,
his is endurance,
he watches the others,
but feels better than others,
he can afford some,
thanks to his income,
he views the world,
as a fair world,
his is hope,
to join the rope,
at least he can cope,
He also dreams,
of a future that beams,
he has a smile,
and holds his bile,
him and his wife,
They also wonder, if life is sweet.