When fate jingles

When fate jingles

Hours turns to months then years

Some days they seem like hours

Sad and great days reflected in seconds

Lost in the memories of material

Love, how you have become a life comedy

Truth and tragedy

The self-absorption era

The confused man walks the sidewalk

No help from others

While the stray dog has traffic jams

I see the romance of good ole days now

Pressure of being a tycoon

Reins our ways

Days of being comfortable and a simple life

Now in the pages of so so novels

Fate works to keep most of us grounded

Lost in the acronyms of today

When fate jingles