when will you say, it is the end of the day

when will you say, it is the end of the day

the spring is far away

and the work is really without pay

when will you say

that life was useful

and the mistakes were meaningful

you can now sit back

rest and retire

let the smells of roses

lure the bee

share the honey

and assure thee

my life could not be as transparent as it needed to be

but then life is still there,

i will walk more

please help me stand

on this cliff of thorns

without wavering for moments lost

i will try and reach there

where it does not matter,

who is in and out , where

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