You love my availability
To carry out your daily chores
For your survival depends on me.
In times of peace, I sit subdued
In any given circumstance and
Flow gracefully and gorgeously.
You hurt me many a times
By misusing me, yet in
The end, the sufferer is you.
You never stop to think of tomorrow
As you engage in wasteful theatrics
Poisonous and dangerous activities,
For you live for today,
Yet the future beckons.
I can’t do the math for you!
Your horrible behavior
And my natural madness
Do cause harm in abundance,
Yet you still don’t learn, as you cry
In the moment and forget soon after
And continue with your damage.
It’s a question of time, for my
Disappearing act is slowly in progress,
But surely, as more barrenness, catches up.
Your carelessness always hurts
As you rob tomorrow of its
Livelihood till, I’ll be, no more.