Poem: Small Things Add Together

Small Things Add Together

and all of it becomes too much,
becomes a crushing accumulation,
one day at a time, one thing happening
that should be nothing at all
but is not alone, is not seen alone,
is part of a pattern no one else knows
or will ever experience, a pattern
of what it is to be here
in this life each day
with so many things,
little things that happen
in the same ways, things
that are the same things again,
are new incarnations of it,
and none of it gets better,
none of it can be changed
once it has already happened,
and it keeps being what happens,
the same kinds of little problems,
of little disappointments,
going wrong in ways 
that seem so minor,
but are just too much
when they come so often.
Is it this way for everyone?
Is it just the world now?
I do not know.  Maybe it is me,
maybe I just have bad luck.