How we toil through our lives,
Trying to please father, mother and wives,
How we wait for the day
For those magic words, dare I say! 

“I am so proud of you”
Those words may be few,
Yet the joy that we feel
Makes all our sorrows heal.

But do be careful, cos little do we know
The futility of the smiles we try to bestow,
The very road to fulfil another’s expectations,
Is the same that leads to heart wrenching consternation.

Let us think not about pleasing another
And maybe our life might be with a little less bother.