Happy days

We stand weary on aching legs in hopeless queues,
we sit drooping in ageing classes with blurring views.
We walk lonely in endless wilds with confusing clues;
we spend our nights in lulling music of mild old blues.

Amidst the stone walls, i shall no more be a crook.
Until the final calls, I shall never touch my book.
At tall and short and everyone round, i lent my searching look.
Ere chewing water and drinking food, i was no this great cook.

Late nights seem bright day, and to see dawn is a sin.
Bed gaps are broad way, and broad ways are dustbin.
We engineer out of misery, and revolt when in the class.
We date in the library, and read our books in the grass.

It is but our second home, except when it's storming.
It is too big place to roam, for a walk on Sunday morning,
I came here to live and learn, I did do learn how to live.
I made friends to have fun, and in them I ever believe.

A'loan'

Everyone in the world dies; I alone live, in health and joy.

Everything is where it lies, I am a kid, and all worlds are my toy.

I alone clean my room, with a cloth and a broom.

I alone cook my food, on a stove of brick and wood.

I alone have all the money and gold, but it is no more than sand to hold.

What is a home made of, without you parents, my mood is off.

I alone by the lake have a walk, all beauty to stare on which my eyes lock.

I alone savor a chocolate cake, all nuts to taste perfect at bake.

I alone play my Taiko and synth, all sounds right and my feet set to sync.

What is a party made of, without you my friends, my mood is off.

I alone have a couple of rings, and a tree with two empty swings.

I alone have a phone to text, and a roadster with an empty seat next.

I alone have long lovely stories to read, with a teddy to hug and a lap you need.

What is a day made of, without you my wife my day is off.

I alone on a cold dawn, comes the warm sun to my roses' lawn.

I alone witness the tiring dusk, sitting playing in the dried husk.

I alone on a rainy night, drench in silence no one to hug tight.

What is a moment made of, I am alone my mood is off.

A life is made of people, and things are the tools to craft people into the best.

I alone am too feeble, if I love things and use people, for without joy is no fest.