Poem:

My mind is saturated

      with pains each day,

The pains I endure

        anyhow, anyway —-

I carry my burdens

        with the spirit of knowing

That the harvest I reap

          are those I am sowing.

My losses and gains

                           are no secrets kept.

And all that I get

                             I must accept.

I am human, therefore,

                              I’m bound to complain

When I cannot endure

                                life’s pressure and pain.

Through the winding ways

                                 of tension and stress,

I forge my advances

                                   with endeavor no less.

I shall gather my harvest

                                     whatever it be,

And let not my failures

                                       get the better of me;