Life is sometimes hard

Living in a crowd felt as a canoe rowing In waters of either ripples or waves surging Numerous things alter them calm or roar Giving frights or delights to the rower Making one tired of the uncertainties With which struggling to decide helplessly Both surrendering and holding mingles in mind A situation sinks one's delights inside sand Life at these times makes one feel arduous Even worse than being sick or being poor None of them bully one's peaceful soul and mind But the unsettling relationships compel maniacal