Some Little Thoughts

Tinkers play, nippers cry, and to this day
I cannot think why.
We whine, we sneer, caring not for life’s rhyme
Or tasting fear.

Lovers kiss, life’s torrid heat, such bliss!
But so quickly deplete.
We talk, we think we know, we baulk
And, then, learn what we sow.

We eat, bodies’ fat does not burn, hearts bleat,
But all too late: No about-turn.
Eat to excess, cry in pain, no road to retreat;
Dare you deign?

Life is short, man’s but a speck, do not talk
Of profits of wreck.
Too late, too slow, we learn too little,
Sadly, we come to know.

Oh! Give me peace!
Forgive me that I did not harder try,
When time I had,
For my stupidity, as assuredly as yours, was nigh.