Away we have come from you all,
Here to enjoy the so-called ball.

In the fight of survival our life we burn.
By the end of it what do we really earn? 

Will want for dollars ever stop,
List of wants ever drop.

To have it all get into the race,
Knowing that it is a maze. 

Often we do feel our beat,
Thoughts hang on to the royal treat.         

Filled with your memories months we spend,
With a hope to return another day we end.

In leisure we know what we miss,
That love hugs and kiss.

Ears yearn to hear your voice,
And feel the ultimate of Joyce.

Our hearts too in silence feel,
It’s not to good a deal.