Do what you must, but not more, Else, your life may become a chore, A burden you feel too heavy to bear, A tiresome, onerous, tedious affair.   Why make your life heavy and tough? Your duty you do, and that is enough. Each their own assigned tasks must do, Doing others’ tasks is just not for you.   Focus on the work that’s in your share, To do any more why should you care? If that you do, life very painful may be, Then don’t complain about it to me!

How foolish we humans can be, Our folly we often refuse to see. In our blindness how we forget, That what we give, that we’ll get.   This Great Law we should know, That we must reap what we sow. If this one truth we’re made aware, Of our deeds we might take better care.

In what manner do we view Each day we get that's new: As a load that’s heavy to bear, Burdensome, with many a care, Or, another chance for us to grow And on a new adventure to go?   About the new day what we tell Makes it turn out poorly or well. How a new day we choose to see Is how it actually turns out to be!

Who reads these lines, are they in vain? What use are they, these words plain? What purpose, if any, do they serve? Do they anyone’s attention deserve? Or, are they just mad ramblings mere, To which no one truly cares to hear, And so, a sheer waste, of just no worth, These words that from the heart take birth. Is it that there’s really no point, nor gain, In this outpouring of the heart’s pain?