Perils of pusuit

A burden I carry, a cross I bear,

Unable to refuse, I do others’ share,

At deathbed, I may come to regret,

For now, as success, I tend to interpret.

 

One after another, crisis, I solve,

A race against myself and my resolve,

My life and priorities come to stall,

Slowly every day begins to appall.

 

I hold my gripe and move on,

Trying hard to keep the smile on,

Weakened, however, as the years go by,

I let go of everything with a sigh!