I’m an entrepreneur they say,
One of the thousands in this age and day.
They think its the riches that keep me in the fray,
But there’s hardly a day when things go my way.
Today began with a surprise,
Was it punishment, or was it a prize?
The Dog puketh, and the monkey poopeth,
The maid’s off today; my wife almost cries.
The pitch is bad; the investors are upset and I am sad,
But at home, things are just as bad.
There’s the recordings, and the editing is tiring,
Just then the UPS fries, and burns all the wiring.
Hire I must, but pay them I should,
They enjoy the sleep that I otherwise would.
The hole is burning, and there is no turning,
Many would turn back if they could.
But then it’s a path that I chose,
Against the advise of those near and close.
This is just the beginning, they say-
Need to keep going, because nobody has time for my woes.
We’ve all had our highs and lows- some days lower than others. Here’s a poem I originally posted on Medium, with the aim of bringing cheer to an otherwise gloomy day, when nothing went right. Everytime I read it, I feel ready to ‘fight’ another battle. Hope others will too!