Bitterness is a paralytic,
Alone is all what i have;
Making myself busy in phytic,
A heart with blood but without love.


I have always believed,
That work is the best antidode to sorrow;
No courage, no fear has to be received,
Nor any care or love to borrow.


Stress ruins every day of your life,
While death ruins only one;
But taking own life, is not a solution derive,
Have to stay to won......


© T.B.SOLUM