Why Is Life So Hard?

 

Haiku #244

I can’t feel it- the struggle the victory is meaningless

Be Good

Sweet Dreams, Ephraim

  The road was long, at least, that’s how Ephraim remembered it.   On his way home  and reaching the bottom of his road where the bucket and slop cloth awaited him the following morning. He let out a sigh. ‘That’s one for Mom none for me. Again. At least, the bricks are red and