The sun rises every morning,
Except when it is a rainy day.
The dark clouds cover the skies,
Hiding the bright sun from our eyes.
Every day has its twenty-four hours,
We wish there were more or less.
The hours never decrease with time,
Unlike the lines of this witty rhyme.
Life can be hard as we rise every day,
It is back to the grind for work and pay.
Life can be hard with the good things,
New clothes, shelter and chicken wings.
We never stop complaining every day,
When things do not seem to go our way.
Stop and think about this life you enjoy,
Your mental peace is the ultimate joy.