I'll count my days, one by one
And jot down things that have been done,
That shield me from evil I try to shun '
One good feat performed in life, there is none.
To me, days have been likened to an hour,
As those I heed have turned splenetic and sour,
My heart yet falls apart like a withering flower,
As I lose faith each second while Earth declines power.
Funny how some say their days will be longer,
Thinking they'll carry on living as they get stronger,
Daydreaming about their future yonder -
In dreamland where virtue ' everyone does not ponder,
Many strive to stay youthful as they can be,
Others work for money ambitiously -
Their fate and future ' they assume they can see
Yet hundreds are killed because of hostility,
Numbers of them long for death due to depression.
That illness that takes away their lives in aggression,
While they stare in disgust at their daunted reflection -
And I pray that life was longer,
So I'd worship my Lord in perfection.
