​Another day to get it right.

Another day to test our might.

Might we struggle and might we fail.

Until our death shall we prevail.

For with each breath and chancing test

May we endeavour with our best.

Suffer now or suffer more.

Do not take life as a chore.

Every strain, itself a game.

The prize comes with its share of pain.

Choose to endure into forever.

Have steadfast will, forgoing tremors.

Though if you do not reap your score,

A harvest spoils into the soil.

Take what’s yours and nothing more,

For you have earned the bliss you bore.

2 March 2017