Everyday

I work and endeavor

But I must not give up

It will get better

The days pass on

Each day seemingly shorter

But I must not give up

It will get better

I’m just not happy

My work feels more like slave labor

But I must not give up

It will get better

My working hands are sore

I think I’m becoming bitter

But I must not give up

It will get better

I’m growing old

My dad has passed along with my mother

But I must not give up

It will get better

My age is finally showing

I have lost my significant other

But I must not give up

It will get better

I am finally done

Yet I’m alone with no other

And I wonder if I should’ve given up

Because it did not get better