In Our Struggles

Waking up daily to toil for manna:
Pushing oneself harder for desire,
Killing peace in every manner;
As excesses led many to satire.

Mammon, Fame, and Power –
All in a sweet name for luxury.
So, besetting sins pile to a tower,
And man is led to more penury.

Struggle thou my soul, less!
What value has morrow for thy toil?
In thy hands, take nothing by duress,
For an egg is broken by hands of steel.

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Rather, seek thou courage in thy closet.
Run after peace and happiness in today,
Let moderation cautions drive for taste:
Enjoying today not to spite next day.