Great Days in Simple Days

Tick-tock, tick-tock stricks the life’s clock and it’s my day again
A day made not to go in vain.
Great happiness hides behind simple things
Unnoticed they go, as the uncounted eye-blinks.
Great is he who can en-treasure everyday joy;
Who that can see life as a little boy.
Happiness is not per-defined
But live and find.
Life is a pile of moments in its simplicity
But with promises of memories to infinity.
Simple moments in its maturity grows into great memories
Defying decay and fray-the time‘s complexities.
Poor time! What more can it a better work be done
Than to dye my hair grey or shorten my life’s span.
But not my moments as long as life sparks
For I shall take it to the last play of life, leaving no regrets
But making each seconds spent in tranquility count.
Until the last stroke of my life’s clock sound.