An earnest longing

I sit in melancholy
Every life is a parody
All in life is a compunction
Life with all its commotion


It all begins with a fascination
unless we dive into saturation
All turns out be obligations
life with all its manifestations


We are preoccupied with responsibility
all we lack is alacrity
All is dull and bereaved
with a long list if what we achieved


We thing and muse to get bemused
with a list if facts all abstruse
Everything is empty and jejune
No time to dive in sun and moon


All we have time for are altercations
always ready for castigation
It feels so hard to vindicate
No path for thoughts to emanate


A list of wishes to satiate
Paucity of time to commiserate
All seems so ambiguous
leaving us so lugubrious


I wish I could bring back the time
When happiness didn't cost us a dime
When a warm  hug could wipe your tears
Your best buddies being teddy bears


When dreams had no limitation
Life lacked its sophistication
When all was easy to comprehend
When everyone was your friend


I wish the time flies back
and fill the life with all its cracks
Where melancholy is the thing of the past
And a smile that could forever last.