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 hi…
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