Why no one is happy with what they get

All those people with cancer are crying and praying to survive because they are young and haven't lived enough and aren't ready to die yet. 

And all those depressed people who have suffered so much at such a young age that they wish they had cancer so that their suffering could end in some way.  

I feel pity for both. 

Within a gilded frame

Eyes of the weary old woman

Stared at me once again

Her stories etched in my mind

From long ago. 

Her temple full of freckles

And her chin sagging

She was the epitome of hardwork. 

I'm not sure how I resemble her

Though people keep saying it

There's nothing similar between us

Except we both bear a long round nose. 

I hardly ever notice 

How much her skin looks rotten

Or how watery her eyes look

She was suffering 

She knew it was the end

That soon enough she'll end up

Within a gilded frame.