samuel nze

(13th October 1980 / lagos, nigeria)

Endless Strife


The problem with life to me
Seems to be that
Its needs are too many
Causing discomfort;
We cannot take our hands
Into our breast to rest.
The struggle must go on
Indefinitely.
Waking and striving earlier,
Laying and sleeping later,
The hustle is perennially keen
As we brush aside the doctor's caution
And one another too,
Yet the psalmist has said that
Our striving is useless
As God blesses his lazying beloved
As they loll on their beds.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 15, 2005

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  • Raynette Eitel (6/15/2005 9:33:00 AM)

    Samuel, the first four lines of this poem are too tenuous. I think your real poem begins with line five...but chanage 'cannot' to 'will not.' Unless I'm wrong, I think that is what your poem is about and it wil be stronger without the words 'problem to me' and 'seems to be.' I like the thought and the last lines are strong.

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