Adversity
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Adversity

Hard conditions is its definition,
We all go through these at times,
We all are guilty,
Of committing tiny crimes

If it's death or poor health,
I am sympathetic for you,
Because I have gone through it all,
If only it was not true.

Babies are so cute,
Being is naive and raw,
The enjoyable aspect about their lives
They want it more and more.

But as you grow older,
You doubt your path on life,
Searching every day,
For your eventual wife.

Heaven treats us the same,
Despite your major fault,
Believe in strength of mind
In a religion or cult.

Believe in a greater spirit,
Jesus was an only son,
Even he felt lonely,
And he was number one.