A curious…..aspect…..of life
……..It’s seldom without strife
Uncertainty the only certainty there is
The plight of the morrows’
……Continuity….of sorrows
Future seems some cavernous abyss
But…..from the depths of despair
……There’s a scent in the air
‘Tis the occasional joy we share
….Though happiness….an illusion
Within contentment’s intrusion
…..Hope….brings a welcoming prayer
Few though the positives
Outweigh they the negatives
Scales while unbalanced I find
….Undeterred….by illusions
There’s contentment’s intrusions
Thus joy’s indelible peace of mind
And so I’m left with the morrows’
…..Continuity of sorrows
Yet the future’s…not some cavernous abyss
…..But a beautiful life
Despite…its onerous blanket of strife
…Precious uncertainty the only certainty…there is
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