Lanes of Contentment

Shallow thoughts occupy their minds
They are not just one of the kinds
Like me, like you, like us
(Their) Life moves on without any fuss.

Survival on minimal…
What we think is abysmal
Taps dry…
But words not wry

A hopscotch for the day
Swings of tyres & tubes
Here a Barbie or a Nintendo,
Our kids in their shoes?

Food for survival there
Here for a thought…
Of how battles can be sought
Do we even care?

Simple pleasures
A smile it assures
Our nature of demands
Nothing it commands

Affection we long
Attention we crave
Appreciation we steal
From someone we belong (to)

Lanes of contentment
Not concrete but partial
Glimpses to learn from
Are we even close?