Good Better Rest

Always trying to do what’s best
Good enough slave, never to rest

Life’s sharp thorns still break the skin
And the pain screams silent within

It is written one twenty years
Of this torment and of these tears?

Have hope, focus on love and joy
Often preached but can’t employ

Weariness grows of this my lot
Deserving of sympathy, I am not

Now to slumber with this load
This give and take is getting old

Thru nights’ window sleep is shopped
Wrestling and robbed it doesn’t stop

Have mercy Lord again I pray
Good, better, best I hear him say

Pamela-d Poetry 10/23/17