Problems

A poem that does not rhyme but helps explain why we should not let minor problems define us.

Problem's

We all got our problems

We all have things we have to rise above, strive towards, and get passed in life

 In fact its the past that hunts some of us

 We let it shape us, confine us, and lead us ultimately to our down fall

 Both man and women have differences in thought, work, and opinion

However, if problems persist why do we make more out of less? 

Why do we put on more debit? 

Why do we presume the worst with events that determine our happiness? 

As humans we have the power to over come that which can, and does, destroy our very meaning 

We all have problems and as such, should not be adding further pressure onto one's mind

As one's mind has to last an entire life

No need to stress over the minor 

Because this will only lead to more problems 

Author's Note

This is a different piece for me, did I hit the mark?

Reviews

[Harrison Sherif]

I think you meant to use the word "Debt" instead of "Debit." But overall a very thought provoking poem.