“OK, here you go, cheer up one who is the only support for his family and has done everything he could (giving up his own ambitions) to upbring them (p.s. he has lost his father).”
When life plays a poor hand,
we must use our own hands
to love and build what we must.
When the lost and weary walk,
we all know a taste of their story.
We all wish for less misery,
but the wishing never helps.
Responsibility always wears people
down to dust.
But it’s the smiles
of chirping children
that saves us all,
from everyday life.