When life seems to blunder into disorder
And rips all our sense of proportion asunder,
Discontented confusion reigns high on agenda.
We muddle on through then - we do not go under.!
Discordant with jumble the days mesh together,
Sometimes with chaos we feel out of control.
When life's perplexities become too rife, it's
Good to remember to smile, and stay whole.!
Flustering muddle can only make headway when
Escape to more peaceful existence seems dead.
Abstract distractions will only bewilder us
If we give in to them - so we take stock instead.!
We struggle along until life starts unknotting
Dark problems we thought would forever be tied.
With bold persistence stress unravels it's hold
And leaves us the victor, self-respect satisfied.!
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/struggling-through/
