Busy streets, What drives life?
Greed, desire or maybe joy?
Seldom is the option on the list
Rarely do we people care.
No sorry is ever said today
No promise instantly kept
The half finished dinner makes it
To the refrigerator every night.
A dying ant still guards its food
In the hope of tomorrow's lunch.
Life isn't all about today's smiles
But the hope that tomorrow comes!
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