The Vicissitudes of Life Every day At some point I wonder how So many people Find the energy to Do so much. Compared to The immensity of What needs to be Done. So many things Are arrayed against Implementation Of anything. So when something Actually happens It seems to be A tiny miracle. Flipping a switch And a light goes On. Or a machine. That makes easy The previously Difficult. Then the human That orchestrates It all Waking up sometimes Feeling depressed Low energy pulses In their veins Gloomy about the future Babies crying, Dogs barking Going to work you might Hate Come home too Even more work Unwashed dishes Unmowed lawns Uncooked dinners Too cold outside Or too hot Deadlines looming Bills unpaid Piling debts Aching bones Wrinkling skin Future death But then there Is youth And faith And love And luck And friendship And dreams And the hope That in a world Of adversity Things many times Turn out Fine Worthwhile Perhaps ending With a kiss Or bliss Or even a smile.