Strive Poem by Daniel Nairn

Strive



Every day, the striving, driving
Minutes pass, I yearn, I churn for
Life to change, to feel alive and
Not to be held fast, I spurn this

Others find content in penance
Work they hate, and crave the lazy,
Sloth resides within, I dread him
My eternal foe, that knave.

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Daniel Nairn

Daniel Nairn

Bellevue, Nebraska
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