A Sisyphean Task

Idle thoughts are the chaff of the mind – with wind soon scatter, Rein in the chatter. Need for a hearty laugh had often made me cry, A lifelong boondoggle try. Tilt the water pitcher and let the river flow Lest tears from my eyes slow. Gather all the dark clouds in the sky, Storm over the desert most dry. Only the promise of an unyielding tomorrow Lessens today’s sorrow. I walk on my head, I falter, I stumble and fall instead. It’s our heart we’re bound to follow Good sense sounds hollow. The soul aspires for the realm yonder, The mind but wonders. Seize the spirit of ethereal grace of twilight, A soul’s lonesome flight. The old man with the scythe catches up to us all, Until we fall. ~Contest: An Interesting Couplet ~Sponsor: Funom Makama