AS IT WAS, AS IT WILL

Toiling from dawn to dusk
Cutting the grass,turning the soil
Till our feet are full of dust
Makes our pot to boil
As it was,as it will
Life is a hustle without rehersal

Early in the chilly morning
Up on the task,blankets thrown away
Throughout the busy day yawning
Struggling to make the day
As it was,as it will
Life is all a struggle untill the last breath

Braving the morning cold
Daring the evening darkness
We always stand out bold
Since when young till you grow old
Struggling to fill this endless pit-stomac
As it was,as it will
Hustle stops when you die

@Sebby_The Poet™
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©Jakoyo-2017

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