We come and go
Just like a wind that blow

And a river that flow
When the cock crow

It's surely not a time to bow
But a time to find our way and make our pay

There seems to be another way
Where we can make more pay

But does it worth taking
And putting all our staking

We work
We walk

When we ought to be sleeping
Just to make some stipend

Life! It's like a sea
We can only comprehend what we see

It has an end
And also has no end

Some take a bend
But end up being rend.