Perspective

He say; Can a man bear all his burden in a day? While his salty sweat tastes bitter. He swims in nightmares when he hits the hay, And wakes up hoping his life becomes better. She say; What sweet-sorrow follows my child birth. That tore me apart and made me hate the day, It's a curse that caught me as a dragnet And turned my youth into a tale of yesterday. He say; A man's life is laden in ironies He tramples the earth but feed from therein He works sitting, standing and on his knees He prays for good harvest to set in. She say; Womanhood is tied to the heart. And that heart she gives to that man, To nurture and treasure like a piece of art To keep it forever only if he can. He say; Will sweat ever dry from his face? From life's hassles cometh respite? Can he hold strong and keep his pace? He certainly needs a hand to climb a new height. She say; That hand I offer to you, Who am I when my better piece is in despair? The heart is yours for the right thing to do, But please don't smear it beyond repair.