Mundane

How can anyone be excited,
To live an existence that is mundane?
With all there is that is freely given,
Why are minds limited to only complain?

Have choices made become that restricted,
To leave one feeling they can not resist...
A needlessness?
Has it come to just money and things people wish?

How can anyone be excited,
To live an existence that is mundane?
With all there is that is freely given,
Why are minds limited to only complain?

If one road is blocked...
Is that the only road there is?
If one is prevented with the doing of one thing,
Why do they stop with a dropping of tears?

There is something about that done,
I just do not get!
Am I suppose to regret my life is beset,
With challenges and obstacles I wish I never met?

Have choices made become that restricted,
To leave one feeling they can not resist...
A needlessness?
Has it come to just money and things people wish?

If one road is blocked...
Is that the only road there is?
If one is prevented with the doing of one thing,
Why do they stop with a dropping of tears?

There is something about that done,
I just do not get!
Am I suppose to regret my life is beset,
With challenges and obstacles I wish I never met?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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