Few days here
few days there
hits me hard,
been used to months
living in one country
rest in another,
months have turned to days
shuttling here and there
takes the life out of me
oscillating like a pendulum
I switch places all the more
reacting to the aching jolts
jostling with a fierce drive
one of an undying passion
that makes me die almost.
the fun I experienced
becomes a desperation
resulting in an undue fatigue.
Well, this being the life of mine
for decades, I cross
the years with an expectation,
a little close to success
leading to a satisfaction
and joy beyond explanation.
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