Perhaps, the greatest comedy
Was by God
When He gave life to man.
As soon as man is born
He craves wisdom and maturity.
He then envies the ignorance of the young.
As soon as man is ready to breed
He yearns for the perfect offspring.
He then prays for improved versions of himself.
As soon as man finishes raising his children
He pushes them out of the nest.
Forlorn and lonely,
He then longs for the vibrancy of a full house.
As soon as man is bored with life
He craves excitement.
Worn and exhausted,
He then hungers for the humdrum.
As soon as man learns to covet
He wishes to surpass his neighbour’s fortune.
He then fears he might lose it all.
As soon as man lacks food
He envies the portly nature of the well fed.
Overfed and languid,
He then yearns for the physique of the malnourished
As soon as man gains wealth
He seeks to gain immortality
Elderly and feeble
He then hankers for a peaceful death
As soon as man understands life
He reaches death’s door
All-knowing and wise
He then wishes he had made less mistakes.
Indeed, the greatest tragedy
Was by man
When he forgot his life is a comedy
This poem was inspired by a day when all I seemed to ask was - ' Why me?'