Analysis of Self centred!

The time is taking its toll
Its wheel is on eternal roll,
Some buds are blooming
Some are ready to fall,
When you dribble a ball
Of football for long,
And never hit a goal,
There is no ovation
Or applause in the stands,
 Or in the field or hall.
Our life is like a dribble
if without a goal,
All in vain
It will cause you
Lots of pain!
The good deeds
Are the foot prints
The generations follow,
If life is meaning less
There is only grief and sorrow,
Trees bloom and deliver fruits,
But we are self-centered
And opt to do what suits us,
It is a real mystery to be human
It is really cruel and brute………