The coming of each day a blessing;
Only time can lament its full hollowness,
The fame for opulence and high living
Entrench`d in mind an unrivall`d status.
The coming of each day a promise;
The disgrunt of underachievement,
Yet very content by the good primogeniture
Thriving in betterment course sought.
This state of their minds was long established;
Long as Paradise in the genesis of man,
Yet this song is sung anywhere in the world
The latter and the former in contention.
This rhyme is self-prejudiced slightly,
Yet the views express`d`re no sophistry.
