Sonnet: Be Content Man, Always!

Each day, I want to do so many things! A fraction but I do, of what I’d thought; Our time gets frittered, tackling strife life brings; To be contented in our lives, we ought. The many things we plan don’t turn out well; Some things we never think of happen right; Sometimes, our life’s a veritable hell; Should we yet burn the oil of the mid-night? Yet, this is how our life on earth goes on; Just take the things as they come in your wake; A garb of toil, patience and hope, we don, And do our duty at least for God’s sake! Nevertheless, be content Man, always; Then pleasantly pass off our earthly days!