A Birthday Wish For Better World

A Birthday Wish For Better World short poem

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A birthday wish !
The clock strikes 12 ,
yet another year passed .

I find myself a year older ,
What do I want this Autumn I wonder,
With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the beard.

Materialistic things …give you momentary happiness,
Relationships well complicated just give them a pass ,
Social work good for profile building ,
Job always sucks and binding ,
Further studies a notion to kill time ,
If abroad with high status labour work combined ,
Marriage a path not ready to explore,
Pursuing hobby skilful string less known ,

So I decide maybe this is not my year,
I sigh with deep breadth ,
And just ask for humanity’s welfare ,
Till then Adios God , see you next year.

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