Soliloquy

Some people live all their life dreaming
While others toil in the mid-afternoon heat
Some speak of overcast days and the rain
While the others have the world at their feet,

Some cry when lost, some shout for relief
The others help themselves and their friends
Some like Federer while some like Gower
The others work even on weekends,

Some labour in the sun, others in the dark
One promises futility, the other hope
There will always be a battle between them
Some will never see the end of the rope,

Two kinds of people present all across
My friend, you shall find them wherever you go
Some wait for assistance, some never do
Some sink as soon as the river starts to flow.