Against The Odds
another down day
Is it, really, worth it:
struggling against the odds,
putting off the awful day
for some unfathomable cause?
What doesn't kill you
makes you strong, but
what price strength?
And strength for what?
Years run their course,
one upon another;
pointless days of unfulfilled
subsistence, while life,
which never was a friend,
laughs its mocking laugh
and hurries by.
© 2006