Life is unpleasant though pleasant
The traveled roads are obscure
The hills and valleys beauty
Lend their purpose and fulfill
We tend to wonder at times
Traveling onward and on
Passively aggressive and mild
So tedious the brain is the mind
Push and shove duck and dodge
Make way and clear the roads
Though futile it seems
Moving that in the way
Thinking it done but finished not
Cause the roads clearing is naught
For now we dig and probe the things
That take the place of before
Hours work is evermore endless
As we journey through live
Nostrils filled with sweet stench
For the roads of life lingers on
This is linked to Jingle Poetry At The Gooseberry Garden
Poetry Picnic Week 24
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