Poetry

Continued Stress (#1057)

At this point, I’m stressed to the gills,
Due to work, life, and mounting bills,
I know the key is to take it in stride,
But the burdening pressure is hard to hide,
I must blow off some steam where I can,
Else before my time I’ll be a gray-haired man,
Why must stress have such a levy?
For the weight of the world is so heavy,
The amount of stress was hard to preconceive,
Now I see against it there’s no real reprieve,
What’s a man to do when all is but a fight,
Hope that everything will turn out all right?

Any Thoughts?

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