Musings

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Some people's lives are so full of struggle...
They are brought low to the mud...
And they strive to rise... even when burdens weigh on their weakened shoulders...
And bravely they strive...
I wonder how many do finally rise and gaze at the skies...

Some other people do I find...,
Their life is so much blessed...
No strive is written on their brows...
Minor struggles.., small winds... that’s all they find
Across their path as they walk...
Their life is simple and so pretty...
That one cannot but gape and admire...

Still why is there this difference?
Why for some the storm...
And why for others small little breezes
In both the worlds’ around...

As I turn around in life and find
Both the parties' lives' contrast...
I could not but wonder... and ache away
As to why some struggle and fail...
And why towards joy do some simply sail away..?