It is what it is,
and, it's not what it was.
You live how you live,
and, you live it, just, because,
the world keeps on spinning,
no matter what you've got,
irrespective of your innings,
or, the leopard's, unchanging, spots.

It is what it is,
and, it's not what it was.
You relish all of your gains,
until, you've really earned a loss.
Your frown envies their grinning,
and, the hunger yearns for the pot.
A good hiding spurns a skinning,
and, the fur coat, slyly,...