A Lonesome Cow
A lonesome cow,
She walked at night,
Below the moon,
No star to light.
And onward she went,
Head lowly bent,
Into the weary streets,
Where dust, dirt meets.
With not a care in the world,
No sorry troubles at her were hurled.
So onward she went in careless gait,
Her walk a happy trot, without weight.
And as I gazed,
At the path she traced,
Stood I there,
With ruffled hair,
Jealous of this bold old cow,
Wishing I lived a life like her now.
Wanting no worries in the world,
Wishing only joys at me were hurled.
Stood I, with shaky feet on ground,
Regretting life and things around.
And as I looked,
She had me hooked,
To her skippy trod,
As she walked the dusty sod.
Then in an uncertain minute, still she lay,
As a car hit her and quickly ran away.
Stood I staring at the lifeless cow,
Certainly not wishing, I was like her now.
I learnt, content was not in what others had,
It was in life, in breath, in the things that drive you mad.
A lonesome cow, I supposed had no troubles at her hurled,
But was I wrong, for every one must face trials in this world
