I like how work feels

lots and lots of it

that

it sort of breaks your back

yet keeps the spirits high

crunches every muscle

squeezes every sinew of its

last iota of strength

straining the very juice of life as it were

yet somehow creating an energy

unmistakably elevating

as the poor body aches

of too much strain

eyes turn groggy

and world looks topsy turvy

yet the work calls

have always been rewarding

energies well expended

new synergies created.

Yes, the crib is there

so is the cry

but the joy of engagement

burns away many opportunities

of self-proclaimed victim-hood

of the unreasonable world

of the unkind whatever

and brings back sharp focus

where it should be

stay alive

stay kicking

so long as it lasts!

so long as it lasts!

Ps: To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield- Ulysses, By Alfred Lord Tennyson