A man came to me and said
My life has become useless.
All my life I toiled
Yet my own left me.
Struggle of life is a duty,
No body finds the life
What our object is
Only strife and strife.
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Only strife and strife, struggle of life is a duty, nicely presented personal feelings in this poem with nice writing.