Hustle For Life

When a halt came to the hustle Strange brakes hit the growing muscle And the busy roads grew back bushes The path wondered "where is he?" He not there, he'll die if his just here Here and there suits him best The prospect of evening joys moved his feet out And happiness to tender sleep brought him back Day in day out like the sun and daily coup of the night I heard he's been pinned by the cold hands of germs The gossip trended like water in the raining season The real hustle is his state of mind Wandering between health and life Could this be the end of the road? For life or for the life Just like a seedling rejoicing the gift of life There sprung a solution to life while the life hold still It's not the end of life if life can come back fresh Be alive to chase a life Both life matters As the end of the former stops the latter Larry_Beryl