veeraiyah subbulakshmi

It is just enough for me,
To have three meals a day,
A few drinks to be gay,
Knocking beds that sway,
Everyone's roof that stay,
As Flooring of another's way,
The monthly salary that pays,
For food, fun and utilities,
Insurance for my illness,
Stamps for my weakness,
Taxes to support the sovereign,
Slaving this body as the carbon,
There is no tomorrow in my calendar,
It is just enough for my survival.