The days go by
encounter a lot of delays
unable to go about my way
it has been a lifetime
seen no rhyme
whatsoever, be it in wealth
be it in health
that is not all a strength
being a destiny I conclude
playing hard on me rather rude
accept I without a murmur
while my heart loses its tremor
well, it is to me all through.
Reblogged from poesyon.blogspot.com
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