Troubles Come, Troubles Go
One wants, to truly blame,
when all situations, go a rye.
Especially, at these, very moments,
one is overwhelm, and needs to cry.
Wondering how come, why is, it so,
how come things, can't be, the way, they be?
Often taking things personal,
saying to oneself,"Oh! Whoa, is me."
Is not for one, to gripe, or figure out,
instead is just, another hurdle, for one, to climb.
No one should not waste ones own life, being unhappy,
because what one wants, isn't here, at this time.
Must make due, of the situation,
and have a plan, to protect the ultimate goal.
Because if one, doesn't, then the problem,
that can arise, can consume, the heart and soul.
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