Only three months left before the year ends I have not much money in my name Nor a perfect job I have I always tried to live happily With the small happiness which makes me happy I tried to get a suitable job Which interests me more than anything else. May be I tried taking life less seriously Or maybe life never took me seriously Or maybe life has planned some other things for me Whatever it may be I know or shall come to know Very soon or later on But this day When I am writing this poem I feel free to let my words speak for meβ¦