All my life I have been a bee of endless activity/
Never was there a miniscule period of passivity/
As I child turned over, crawled, walked in no time/
Grew up to be an adult as clocks endlessly did chime.

Got onto a hamsters wheel pedaling without an end/
Ignoring the desperate pleas that my near and dear did send/
Money money was the only mantra that I chanted/
Didn’t stop even when I had all that I ever wanted.

I have now grown old, feeble and tired/
My neurons suddenly seem to be differently wired/
My life been a long course of studies with little knowing/
Now my inner soul, after serious contemplation, tell me, ” where am I going?”