The art of living

To whom it may concern,

Get up they said 

it’ll get better they said

with your head held high

and your heart beating inside your chest 

just get up 

because all you have to do is breathe 

Then later die

you don’t have to try they said 

yet sticks and stones are still thrown 

By the ones who said to get up


The one who has just gotten up

This poem is about: 
Our world


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