Chore

[jspj1971]

Rain drops trickling down on my head;
sky filled with gloom and dread.
Slushy sidewalks mud upon my shoe;
over all feeling of dire and touch of blue.
Trudge on by meet lifes commitments and requirements;
live up to expectations suffer the results of the days detriments.
Through it all we experience the peace of solace as per a rainbow;
surpass the tribulations to struggle and survive the rest and regeneration life has to bestow.