there’s much

there’s much to fear, where’er we go,
and life will not quite go to plan:
we all survive as best we know,
and anyway we can

there’s much to worry on, and fear
is constant to us thinking lot;
the pain’s approaching – maybe here –
and sooner than we thought

there’s much to contemplate, and so,
we build our fortresses and wait;
but life comes in a farrago
to our enfeebled state

there’s much fear, and far to go
for woman, girl, for boy, for man —
we all survive as best we know,
and anyway
we can

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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