Poem: Hidden Joy.

Worrying is fruitless.

To win,

You must lose it.

When it finds you,

Depart from it,

It’s empty and useless.

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Living is ruthless.

Daytime stress

And night sweat,

Accomplishments

And regrets,

Assault all of our senses.

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A disaster

Or a fine mess,

Life has many

Hidden joys in it,

Even when troubles

Seem endless,

One must strive

To see roses

In the dirt.

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Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2019.

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