The problem with life to me <br />Seems to be that <br />Its needs are too many <br />Causing discomfort; <br />We cannot take our hands <br />Into our breast to rest. <br />The struggle must go on <br />Indefinitely. <br />Waking and striving earlier, <br />Laying and sleeping later, <br />The hustle is perennially keen <br />As we brush aside the doctor's caution <br />And one another too, <br />Yet the psalmist has said that <br />Our striving is useless <br />As God blesses his lazying beloved <br />As they loll on their beds.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endless-strife/
