Life is a well filled with plight,

Smothering your bliss, each day and night.

You cannot but endure it with all your might,

For true victory flares only if you fight.

 

But I figure the well won’t ever drain,

Constantly brimming with dewy drops of rain.

I’m on my feet, fighting for wane.

As it occurs to me that trouble is a cane.

 

Thence I realize the spectral spell,

Bequeathed unto us by a God so well.

“Life is a journey you cannot dispel,

And with it comes anguish touted from hell”.

 

And fore comes the fact we cannot avoid.

Draining the well draws life into void.

So just stay strong and live enjoyed,

For your life is too precious to be destroyed.