A Life To Live

Tongues that soured, and soles that sore in the fight to soar
A regime of war of words and work when the sky’s curtains part
Barren baskets of dawn that must be impregnated at dusk
Weak wicks that ought to burn brawn flames
Ugh! A chase in a rat race
Daily working on fields to fill to our feel pockets that bleed
We earn with energy and pay the energy with what we earn
We struggle, just so we won’t straggle behind in this race
It’s a life of death, but a life to live
It’s short-lived but can be well-lived
With different yarns, what pattern can’t we weave?
Are we not woven differently so our difference can shine?
None has been promised anything
None has been guaranteed everything
All have been given a load, and in front of all, a road