Poetry | Prose

The Journey of a Men!

Short Poem.

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It’s hard for a man to live his days,
Sometimes hurt someone,
Sometimes lower his gaze.
To work so hard,
Let the sweat stream,
To chase his needs,
To follow a dream.

When there’s no food,
He’s called a disgrace,
No one sees the effort he placed.
Everyone craves the sweet and the fine,
But thorns come first on the journey’s line.

So tell me now,
What should I choose?
Does it matter if I win or lose?
Do I even care for what I adore,
When I’m at war with myself at the core?

Perhaps they hate the man they see,
But life’s a truth, it won’t let them flee.
The one who wins feels the weight of the fight,
The one who loses finds a guiding light.

Fall and rise to find the shore,
But fall again, they’ll care no more.
Polish the ones you hold so dear,
Only to find they’ll disappear.