Life Struggle Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
Life Struggle
My trudge and my toil
Copious rivulets my pores wept
The weakening of wheels
That drag my choice-less mass
My trudge and my toil
Hot perspiration of my lungs
The failing of breath
That wills my wheels to stop
My trudge, my toil
Zeal of life to live
The hopelessness of hope
That beckons death as rest
My trudge, my toil
Not enough for victory song?
How much chance is left?
For hope about to flee
(Saturday 7th August,1999,12.27am
Your poem describes the struggles, toil and trials of life so well. It makes one feel what it means to be overburdened. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks dear Evelyn for your encouraging comment. Sorry for the belated reply.
Copious rivulets my pores wept The weakening of wheels That drag my choice-less mass.....magnificent poetic expression! A beautiful poem.......10++++++ That beckons death as rest
Hustle and bustle along the line! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Daily life activities to make ends meet. Sorry for the late reply
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/16/2025 2:49:58 PM # 1.0.0
What a deep and soul searching verse. Hi Kingsley! God showe his blessings upon you this day. 10+ Panagiota Romios xx