Too Much of Myself

It is now a new morningFew dogs are barking
Few birds are twittering
The day has just been born
To see the beauty of the sunrise.

Soon life will come alive
More birds will sing
Few dogs will still bark
And sounds  from life will resound;

The day will have its own  agenda
Matters of life,  matters of death.

If I be on the list to leave
Then when can I do?

I may reflect on my life before I go
And wonder weakly how much more
I could have done
Had I not been too much of myself

Krishna Nand Prasad