Irony of life

There were days when I played with clay
Which made me gay all the way
Here I lay having nothing to say
Working like a donkey in my bay.
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

There were moments when I would shout
Out of joy in my days of scout.
Here I shout to avoid the tout
But I hate to tell my fate.
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

There were days when I played in rain
Forgetting all my pain.
Here I play all in vain as I know
It is all disdain.
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

There were moments when I would cry
Just for a plate of potato fry.
Here I cry for injustice
Just to be a victim of avarice
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

There were days when I would dream
All through the day just for fun.
Here I dream only in the night
Which makes me up with a scream.
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

Those were the times when I recited
my rhymes filled with chimes.
Here I lay waiting for a day
When I would have sufficient hay?
How I wish I can go back and stay
And live my day in my own way.

RAO