Life is quite simple

Life isn't as complicated as we make it to be,

There be words, that which make it beautiful and compelling,

Magic in their punctuations, and in the spelling,

Letting go of control seems to be the key.

Ever see a man down on his luck crying out to you,

"Wish i would have played my cards right, surer and bolder,

then i wouldn't have to sit here on the street, with the days growing colder,"?

'Tis funny how people want to live their life anew.

This gift is not for sycophancy or introspections best,

You only mock it, while trying to give it meaning,

There is nothing more to it, than living it big.

If there is anything this seems to be the test,

Which one of us has plenty of intentions never weaning,

Have as much of fun as he can have before the great dig.

Chennakeshav Shenoy

For the uninitiated this is a Petrarchian sonnet - not your usual, run of the mill poem. Tell me what you think, dying to know.