Sonnet: We Must Overcome Iniquities

When sorrows come bolt-like, galore in life,
And grief too comes along, close on its heels,
And dashed is Hope to Despair by more strife,
Abysmally wretched, a man just feels.

When woes so hurt and life turns too cruel,
Man slides into a snail-like shell so fast;
His world of joy has suddenly turned hell;
He feels a fish out of the water cast.

But ain't there more-unluckier ones than us?
And some of us are far better than them;
To every man, his woes make him to curse;
Who knows, it could become a precious Gem!
In life, things happen for good/worse, may be;
Let emotions not take over Psyche.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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