Who truly has it all? A youngster dreams of what's ahead, worries cloWho truly has it all? A youngster dreams of what's ahead, worries cloud their present joys, fearing paths they are yet to tread.
An elder dwells on days long past, regrets and loss, a heavy weight. Moments now that do not last, longing for a kinder fate.
A child with eager eyes looks on, yearns to be what they are not. A future drawn before the dawn, adulthood's lure, a treasured thought.
An adult, tired, worn by years wishes for the simpler days. Once a child, free from fears, now lost in life's complex maze.
The healthy fret on finance, endless worries, bills to pay, while the wealthy's health advance, suffering in a different way.
A barren heart with a silent cry, desires a child to hold. While a parent breathes a weary sigh, for defiance that grows bold.
A promotion won, yet love is lost. A hollow victory claimed. Oh the cost of triumph left a loneliness, such a nameless pain.
A white man climbs the corporate tower, yet feels a void in heart and soul. A black woman strives for equal power, dreams deferred, yearning to be whole.
A woman fights for some sympathy, silent tears, cracking overhead. Balancing roles, night and day, in a world where biases spread.
A man bears burdens quietly, standards weigh him down. Strength in silence, stoically, afraid to show he sometimes drowns.
Struggles written on each face, stories told through varied views. For every joy, a shadow falls, each triumph meets its share of dues.
In mirrors of life, we see ourselves. In siblings' shoes, our steps retrace. Reflections of our personal hells, in every tear and in every face. Who truly has it all?
