Thursday, 2 December 2010


There are Times when our wills are in a constant battle
With heaps of responsibilities our personalities are saddled
Voices from wrong decisions in the wind, on and on they rattle
And we’re left with nothing but a nettle

Other Times frustrations result from our hustles
Many friends more than ever turn out fickle
But just over one of the many eventful hurdles
To a halt comes whatever boils in the kettle

At Times, instead of oceans we have puddles
Good luck seems to have gone missing in the shuffle
But in the face of the most uncontrollable hassle
You get lifted in an unexpected cuddle

In Times as now, regardless of burns from tattles
Stay right there on your mettle
Fastened to hope like clothes to a line with a toggle
For seasons come when discouragement dwindles


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