All my problems are hungry
They need to be well fed
Lest they will keep troubling
Me and my little head
All my problems are thirsty
They need water everyday
Or they will drink my blood
That is what they say
I have no option really
I give them what I can
They keep growing larger
The more I keep feeding them
I’ll be out of supplies
Very soon, if you may know
I don’t know what I’ll do then
I don’t know where I’ll go
That’s not my only worry
Of that I am very sure
Those problems keep giving births
To new problems and many more
Frank Solanki 
Life will be so dull without problems!
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Wow I love the creativity, so happy to have come across your page!
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Inward and outward problems for me. I can definitely relate. Love the poem.
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That’s the world we live in today..we operate on problems, problem this, problem that.. they are inevitable
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Hum… so, I was with you to the second stanza, THEN I was hoping you’d say, BUT…
I DON’T FEED THESE PROBLEMS,
I STOMP THEM IN THEIR TRACKS,
IF THEY TRY TO LINGER,
I TAKE AWAY THEIR SNACKS….
I really enjoy your rhyming. Having some fun with you, hope you don’t mind, but this was what immediately came to mind, because I don’t believe in feeding problems.
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very familiar thoughts, Frank!
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