One follows another

When night falls,
Though less or no sound,
There is or less sleep,
Some of the choices we pick,
Can nag like tick on hide,
As some give back pain in return,
While some in turn bring joy along with them,
Unattended thoughts,
Yet life gives so much to think about,
Thinking more than the years one has been on earth,
Or more than the age before death comes by,

One cannot deny being kind but cannot accept being sidelined.

Double_O Franklyne.