Friends With Troubles

There is no one on this earth
Without troubles
Some trouble or other
Always bothers you and me
I have my own quota of troubles
Constantly poking me
Continuously pricking me
I didn't know for very long
How to deal with them
I remained troubled most of time
I found a way at last
To deal with my troubles
Now I don't allow them
To overpower me
Nor do I try to ride over them
I allow them
To travel with me
By my side
I talk to them
Whenever I find time
Some of them leave without notice
With some I negotiate to leave
Some will continue the journey
I befriend those troubles
And plead with them
To come along with me
If they desire
And to be my companions
Till I die