Hustle

I hustle, tussle, struggle and hurdle

Running helter skelter most times in frenzy

At every end point, point of desired achievement, I wonder

I wonder if it’s truly over, or the hurdling continues

Often I wonder why the end to the struggling

My achievements in-view are more important than the actual

There lies my wife ready to make me cum as far as I’m willing

Yet I hustle and beg for just a round which most times costs me a fortune

I have had to stand to watch Manutd FC for 90 minutes outside the comfort of my home

Despising the comfort, peace, security under my roof and the excitement

from wifey each time the Reds bagged in a goal

I had wished I live without much struggle

I had wished contentment was my watch word

Investing reasonably instead of looking for money doublers

God had purposed an easy going and stress free life

Life of greatness, seasoned with enjoyable accountability

Now the hard way always seems to be the only way

Consequential upon deviations from divine arrangement

I wonder why men must struggle to survive