Transient Beings

Sometimes things get hard,
sometimes even harder.
At times we are bent and broken,
sometimes overtaken.

By grief,
by sorrow,
by a sense of lacking.

This were the times that we needed,
something more than we are,
more than we can,
more than we could.

Then the Happier times comes,
sorrows waves receded.
It is then we forget the help that came,
to do more than we can
more than we could.

We are selfish after all.