My woes and worries

My woes and worries

In the glittering morning

Or  at the dusk,                  

I continued to wean

The grain out of husk,

When bats left  their nest,

And birds had gone  to rest,

When the sun drowned,

At far end of that river,

When weary weavers stopped,

Weaving,to ease their liver.

When it was chilly, making everyone to shiver,

But I did not stop, continued to strive,

Amassing wealth without any rest,

 as bee amass honey in its hive,

Amassing wealth without any rest,

Striving hard, as my best,

Yet it did not end happily,

But full of grief,

For a while, my eyes rest,

Alas !, it was stolen by a thief,

All is gone and nothing is left.

The sibling I planted,

Would grow up to a tall tree,

But worries would surround me,

I cannot be free,

Worrying for a day,

When it will storm,

And uproot my tree,

No end to my worries,

No end to my woes,

Alas! I will loose;

Even my shoes,

But  a spell still make me bound,

A face,  I still love,  a passion still runs around,

I still fights with my full blood,

To regain that lost ground,

But I know, that I am old,

The days are ahead,

When I shall be cold,

Thieves will  steal  away,

All of my gold,

Whatever, I could save,

Perhaps would be sold,

Whenever  I glance on my past,

Alas! It is so full of contrast

Why did I strive,

When all in vain,

When I am to loose,

Why  did I gain,

Why did I put so much strain,

On my poor brain,

When I cannot help,

But to drain,

The crown on my head,

For which I care a lot,

My woes are not alone,

But two or three,

I myself chained me,

How can I free?