HARD TIMES DO NOT LAST

Hard times do not last.

As I travel on and on,

hoping that hard days are gone,

there goes the summer,

breaking down my deep slumber,

there goes the autumn,

I have a sinking feeling till my bottom,

wintery days have come,

how hard it has become,

to cope up with the stress,

I feel I am in a mess,

the doors that creak,

the attention they seek,

the windows are all closed,

the snow is all exposed,

I look upto the sky,

then I ask as to why,

I have to put up in all this,

I should give this hard time a miss,

expecting for a cozy tomorrow,

to shed off all the pain and sorrow.