a tale of woe

a man's life is 
but to live and die 
if some joy we find 
then that is gain
but day upon day 
it is woe we cry
for fate decrees 
our hearts in pain

we struggle so 
with saddened face
each step weighed 
by what we bear
to walk this path 
with a wearied pace
all alone 
and there is none to care