Life You Have But Once Poem by J T Jayasingh

Drenched in the sunny morning,
Inhaling the smell of corn,
I will plough as a farmer.
Clinched on a sailing boat,
Dancing with the mighty waves,
I will fish as a fisherman.
Wet by the fiery sweat,
Right across a sandy desert,
I will compete with a camel.
Dressed with the leaves of oak,
Deep inside a jungle rock,
I will climb as a tribal.

If you have time to spend
Come and learn the trend
For no AC, no PC
Will fetch this joy, my friend.
Come hither! Come hither!
Leaving all your care
For life you have but once.

J T Jayasingh