My steps are getting tougher,
Not a single warm face,
Only crowds of pedestrians carry tired,
One afternoon.
Humans increasingly dazed whipped deadlines,
For the sake of attainment,
Let alone to benefit,
Grateful for not having time.
Workers blindly,
No time other than work,
Neither was nor tired,
Until finally conscious and old,
Counting what has been missed,
In front of a front door.
"Life is short, take advantage of the best time possible, work the rest, play the game, have fun and pray for as much as possible"