Really seems as if life, is a constant struggle, <br />and everyday is added, a new problem to juggle. <br />Just sailing through it all, in an endless typhoon, <br />seeming all time spent, is just howling at the moon. <br />And I am no beggar, and do want to earn my keep, <br />but it really does seem, that the cost is too steep <br />And I know whiners, are not liked by anyone, <br />but come on already, or has life just run out of fun. <br />It is said in the challenge, does the prize remain, <br />but attempting to reach, is an absolute strain. <br />And although told in hard work, a reward will be, <br />if it is just a little rest, that would indeed suit me. <br />For I do not want fortune, and I don't need fame, <br />and surely don't want the world, to know my name. <br />I really am content, to be just this dropp in this sea, <br />but I feel a prisoner, and I cannot break free.<br /><br />somebody else<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/complaint-7/
