The Troubles to Be

 

The world to see

The sights to ponder

The tastes to revel

But yet, the troubles to be.

 

We go to explore and broaden our imagination

To understand and to think of what others do struggle.

We lose so little but in so much we gain.

The bills that squander but have no price tag;

Adventures, Vacations, troubled durations

But all for a value unseen.

 

We sob for the poor yet sit with the rich,

We grant sordid beggars dry bread

Yet swim in sweetbread.

We may not have a hint of Malice

But we go on misconstrued.

 

The sadness, pain and vile deprives

We try to assuage in the shadow of lives.

The worst so far is the imploring babes,

The suffering young ones, and demolishing knaves.

Where joy and light go so happily bright,

The struggles so far are covert to sight.

 

Never-the-less we must continue our flight.

We must let pleasantries augment our delight

We may look back at the crumpled sheaf of struggles

That we gathered up over the long gone years.

 

But today we learned that life is so precious,

To live and to hold and to presently cherish.

So on we go to see the world; to come to appreciate

And to unfurl our future and no chance to depreciate.

But now we know...the troubles to be.

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