Today I responded to the prompt for yesterday, which was to write a poem made up of very long lines (about 17 syllables each). I wrote about how life can be arduous and disappointing yet tried to end with some hope.
It takes us an awful long time in life, to get where we want to go,
And sometimes we are left with less than absolutely nothing to show
For all of our concerted efforts and strong pains, through all of that no gains,
Except a somber sense of discouragement; but life is a journey,
And the difficulty comes from thinking it is meant to be easy.