Effortlessly* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I try to do with comfortable efforts any work attempted, dry off any notion of sweat wetting the area: cry when things don't go my way.

I want all matters to be easy, striking out all batters with zero hits a hero, hearing inside my conscious clatters perhaps to learn.

I wish to be completely relaxed, enjoying in total comfort, desiring a quiet leisure behind a fort being, having no anxieties to abort.

Life with things to do, sounding the truth that the spirit brings: sings out my ultimate joy found in happiness here.