Eventhough life is cruel
somtimes,
you have to endure,
what you cant bear;
while a sympathetic pet,
would claim you are a hero,
both of us know, he he,
you fared as a zero;
it is amazing how we
get through the day;
writing and doing things,
that matter or dont count;
at the end of the day,
what you seriously contemplate,
is another issue,
that consumes the night;
going to endless cycles,
what repeats is life;
so you go one after the other,
icons of pleasure and comfort;
so eventhough we achieve,
something to tell;
the haters say we are
always going to hell;
what achieved, what wasted,
what sung whatever, what tasted...
all goes down the drain,
pain after pain after pain...
count your blessings,
not your lot;
for for them,
many a man have fought...
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