A man stands still, with a weary face.
House—a shelter, once a dream so bright,
Now a burden, heavy with plights.
Clothes—threads woven with care and skill,
Yet, in tatters, against the winter's chill.
Education—a path to wisdom's door,
Turned maze, where ends meet no more.
Employment—a chase for purpose and bread,
Finds him lost in a sea of dread.
Marriage—a union of love and trust,
Now a puzzle, with pieces of rust.
Money—a means to an end, they say,
But for him, it's a game he can't play.
Each problem, a wave that breaks on his shore,
Leaving him to wonder, what's worth fighting for?
Yet, amidst the storm, a spark ignites,
A will to strive through the darkest nights.
For in each challenge, there lies a key,
To unlock the strength that sets him free.
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