Each day is a battle uphill against unrelenting struggle to promised land,
Sometimes we even wish that someone may lend a hand,
Some days we are gripped with pure ecstasy,
And other days I feel nothing left in me,
Such is the ebb and flow of the tidal waves of life,
Each day is an unrelenting struggle uphill which fulfils us to the brim,
Some days we slip down our slope only to begin struggling uphill once again.
WHAT IF IT WERE A GIFT?
