I'm tired of all the struggling
Been struggling all my life
Met a man just like me
He struggled with a wife
Struggling's a little like swimming
Or treading water in one place
Waiting to catch the tide just right
Or a wicked wind that sets your pace
It introduces your struggle to new hope
Turning it into a dream
Bleaching and painting a canvas
That just isn't at all what it seems
Struggling is a way of life
It's something you can depend upon
Until your eyes finally open
To find that the dream is all gone
So back again to s-t-r-u-g-g-l-i-n-g
Day in and day out
Humdrumming all your mundane
Then filling your future with doubt
I need a man just like me
Who struggles all his life
But not while he is struggling
He already has a wife.
So true. Many struggle and get nowhere. Only a few turn struggle into success. In my twenties, most single women I met were stone cold crazy. Only struggling housewives appealed, trying to get free from dull or abusive spouses.
This so tight and yet elastic, Susan... what I mean is that it is agile and full of muscle! I can feel the stress and strain, yet also the strength and rebounding resiliance in your words. Another high-wire write which tells it like it is but yet remains athletically enthusiastic. Great sardonic humour, too.. at least, from where I'm sitting! :)) xx
I don't think anyone would disagree with you that life is indeed a struggle, Susan. I love the honest tone of your poem. Thank you for sharing it. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Birds of a feather flocking together.
You need a man that loves you for being you!
The similarities are necessary to be sure.
But then differences, too, can be an asset
if there is real love and respect between both.
A wise heart wrote this.
one I have grown very fond of.
Blessings Belle-o-well-o-wonderful
r
Struggle is my middle name! LOL Seriously, these past few years have been very hard on my twin sis and myself, and we don't see any thing getting better. Keep us both in your prayers; I will do the same for you! Well done; and love the piccy!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
I too have struggled Susan but the way of life and the way of love is never easy. If we had no hard times or no broken hearts we would also have nothing to compare what the good times and being in love are truly like. As for the man with the wife...we don't always pick who we love our hearts do that for us...
Fee
Life can't always be a bouquet of roses. There's always thorns along the way. What else can I say. . . . . I have a wonderful wife
that puts up with my Parkinson's in my life. I can relate to this poem. I just take one day at a time. Why paint when it just ain't.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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You need a man that loves you for being you!
The similarities are necessary to be sure.
But then differences, too, can be an asset
if there is real love and respect between both.
A wise heart wrote this.
one I have grown very fond of.
Blessings Belle-o-well-o-wonderful
r
It's something you can depend upon
How so very true, for most of us.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
that puts up with my Parkinson's in my life. I can relate to this poem. I just take one day at a time. Why paint when it just ain't.
Doug
Good one Susan,
Peace, love ,and light,
Amber