By now you know <br />Things don’t go <br />As you like them to, <br />The plans you make <br />Do easily break <br />Little you can do. <br />Your morn’s hopes <br />With the day elopes <br />Aspirations sink, <br />Your rosiest thought <br />Turns to naught <br />Loses the pink. <br />The patch of blue <br />Without a clue <br />Is painted gray, <br />The spot of sunlight <br />Goes out of sight <br />Before you make hay. <br />Sudden are the slips <br />Words from your lips <br />You don’t mean to, <br />You pick up a row <br />Turn a friend foe <br />Little you can do.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-you-can-do/
