Every day one way or other
I have to drink a cup of woe
I wake up with a fresh mind
But my day ends feeling low
Every day I struggle to live
Happy and free myself I keep
As the day comes to an end
I drink a cup of woe and weep
May your emotions be bit better each day, wish you all the smiles in the world, may your heart be softened. Great poem to be pondered upon. Thank you for sharing 5 Stars Full Score
I think this poem emanates from the core of heart. If it's so, please don't develop such feelings. I know you are a gentle man and genuine poet as well. Nothing can stop you to...
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everyday is the day of struggling of life; need to wash the hands of fighting to remove the filthy and woe something;