The days seem long
As I slog and hustle;
A throbbing head I nurse
And aches in every muscle.
Through this tough life I live
Searching for its meaning;
There can't be just work and work
With so many challenges I'm dealing.
My days ahead still gloomy
Threatening are the overcast skies;
One too many hurdles to jump
And sieve through plenty of lies.
Focused on what's most important
Even as I weep and groan;
Take it one day at a time, I know
As I navigate this jungle alone.
*Photo by Moritz Böing from Pexels
