A poem I wrote awhile ago in Think Be Do
A man now up in his years
struggles hard to move at all
he falters as he walks on
trying so hard not to fall
With each movement comes a groan
each step a little stumble
each time he tries to cry out
his words are just a mumble
Yet still he pushes onward
past all trials in his way
begging up to the heavens
"let me make it through this day!"
As he nears his final goal
he has tripped and starts to crawl
this drunk man is still thankful
for he made the bathroom stall
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