Eight-line Poems 2

No Problem

No Problem

If all our cares were gone away,
maybe we might rue the day,
for life would surely be so boring -
struggling is what keeps us soaring.

Eternal round of up and down
may set our faces with a frown,
but ‘tis the weight to balance peace,
sauce for ganders and for geese.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 02.14.26
Prompt: Write a ‘no problem’ poem.