The reality of life stands precariously on its foundation. There are phases that confront us, giving rise to circumstances beyond our control.

A poem of a lovers kiss…

We are living a miserable life’s. That is due to dissatisfaction. I try to explain in this poem.

If you want to maintain a good marriage, watch what you say when your wife comes home from a hard day at work.

The world goes so fast and no one thinks of anyone but themselves. It is truly disheartening.

They speak in loud tones.

Misery and impoverishment are meant to be constant, in spite of medical and scientific gains. There is a tendency on the part of leaders to promise spectacular turnarounds, or at least, mitigate problems for which their predecessors found no solution, many of whom have either failed to deliver or, in fact, have caused more problems that somehow overlap the other. It seems life was never intended to equalize circumstances, such as those of wealth and poverty, comfort and inconvenience, ill-health and salubrity.

Making a living isn’t easy these days…it is a tough world out there and the problem I see is that we are no longer really living, we are just playing the part.

Survival of the Fittest.

As we all know, life is not a bed of roses. It is fraught with experiences, pleasant and unpleasant, together with hurdles that may or may not be overcome; nevertheless, we must try to forge ahead, toward goals that we must cherish and pursue.