A Reflection

It is not often I do a reflection

But when I do

I look deep and

Try to find the reason

Behind the things I do

And the things I don’t

It is interesting how things have changed

While everyone continued to toil away

I lost trust in hard work

And settled with mediocrity

Maybe it was NS

Maybe it was NUS

But suddenly the little pleasures mattered

And the sacrifices lost its way

Because the way I saw it

I only had one life to play away

Though only the man

With food in his stomach

And money in his pocket

Can afford to philosophise

Until the day I stand on my two legs

I might never learn the cost

Of that extra inch of effort

But by then it might be too late

Then maybe it is time

For me to sit down

And forgo some pleasures

And undergo some pain

So that the day does not come

When it is too late