The Sum Of All Problems Poem by Nima Tharchen

Some problems come in gangs while others alone
A lone problem and a pack of problems
Can make you groan
Problems in the first place is like a habit
The rich, Poor, young and the old, we all have it
The most you dislike or the one you love most
Can be the reason to cause it

There are some
Who escape trouble times and problems
With whisky, wine or the cheapest rum
For the time being their worries gone
The Next day, more is added on

There is no concrete way to solve it
There are passing ways to it
Like Hope, love, friends and families
Fleetingly locks up your problems in a closet
Then there is the faith in the higher power
Confidence that a cure for your troubles he would shower
There are oral and written works to aid lives of wearisome
When these artist themselves are messed up victims

These short lived remedies
Are nothing but temporary
Our life is an uneasy life
Not a day, without hindrance neither strife
As cold is escorted by winter
Life and problems for eternity jog together

As the night makes way
Some problems they stay
While others are forced or naturally gone away
With the coming of the next day
Its brings the hopeful sunbeams and more problems your way