Struggle
These words set down upon the page
I struggle with most every day
Sometimes light as feathers flown
The breeze picks up and moves along
Other times like heavy stones
I roll with heavy heart alone
To only have them roll back down
This heavy hill my pen has found –
What Sisyphus of mythic lore
Would know about, and know of more
Enough for him to have a say
Upon my labors here today
I’d like to think he’d understand
The way of words with modern man
To recognize the boulder, not the verse
Still remains the lesser curse
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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