The daily grind

The daily grind
Wearies the mind
Leaves us tired
And aching each day
As we collapse in the chair
We lose our will to care
As sleep starts to set in.
The monotony that’s life
And the stress that is rife
Is enough to grind down any soul
But onward we struggle
Though our mind may be muddled
To our bed as we prepare
For a new day and so on it goes.