poetryStriving for greater heights with even higher expectations.

A life worth living is beyond the grasp of an inspirational many.

We scrape by on the day to day, the idea of freedom so far away.

It pains me so, with accomplishments small. Those around me standing tall.

Ten dollar thoughts on a single dime, it doesn’t quite measure up, never the right time.

We push and push and trudge through the soil. A forever lasting, never ending toil.

No such thing as retirement, because such things do not pay the rent.

I will keep moving on and sleep for my peace. At least such times allow suffering to cease.

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