Life is tough

And you have nothing

but hope and guts.

You strive harder, yes you must.

Indeed it hurts

When others misjudged your future—it cuts.

You look for love;

One time you wished for wings

and you’re a dove.

At another time, as you sob

You find fate’s a boxer—

You faint from the jabs.

“Love, love,

Where are you love?”

Silly wistful like asking for more jabs.

Sweet talk

That didn’t do the walk?

Don‘t make yourself a joke.

Daunted by minuscule of misfortunes,

And you’re hopeless,

Thinking you’re too broken and broke.

Hang in there youngster!

Everything is going to get better.

Life and love aren’t to master.

There’s glory in surviving the pain and aches.

Just stay hopeful and do your best—

And you’d see,

That’s all that matters.