Hard Road (A Poem)
How do I always take
the hard road?
Seriously, what’s the
deal?
No matter which way I
choose
The route always
seems to be all uphill.
Sometimes the journey
is slow
Like my legs are stuck in mud.
Other times I’ll be
cruising along just fine.
Before slamming into
an obstacle with a thud.
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It’s like I’m cursed in
every direction.
It could be north,
south, east or west.
Whatever road I’m on,
My life often feels
like it’s a mess.
On second thought,
maybe it isn’t me at all.
Perhaps, that’s just
the way things always flow.
Maybe in this thing
we call life,
There is no such thing as an easy road.
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