Jostle

Too much, too much, too much to do.
More than a day needs; with more due.

Too little, too little, too late.
No chance in hell; it’s up to fate.

Many, too many, things to learn.
Comprehension not easy earned.

Few, too few, hero’s on the job.
Progress & goodwill, both were robbed.
 
Debits & Credits tug at sums.
This constant frisson almost hums.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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