Friday, October 2, 2015

What we have

Your drama is yours and mine is mine
I slog for lucre and you trudge in pain

The kick of a win or the low of a drop

Each moment finds us waiting for some stop


But we never pause and we never halt

This is what we have, our life by default

Hushed in the din of workmen affairs

And mazed in the race of vying cares

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