Though fleeting in nature are our days,
Yet we must decide on our condition,
To wade through in joy.
Or trudge along in forlorn.
To choose to marry, and enjoy the fleeting moments,
Or remain a bachelor and die in sadness,
Without ever knowing, what it would have been,
If you had at least tasted marriage.
Though unknown are the numbers of our days,
Should we live each day as cynics?
And follow Diogenes ways?
Or give up and live as hedonics?
Should we let the time pass by?
And only focus on ourselves?
If you read, then also write.
You listen to music, then also sing!
