He got this
My eyes have seen,
Many a hard thing.
My soul has drifted,
And with it I sifted,
All my blues away.
For the sun will bring a new day.
And with it comes fresh pain.
Like spring rain.
Washed of temporary stains.
Good vibes, I shall retain.
As I watch the tide,
I wonder why oh why ??
And point my finger at the sky,
And say you know what,
You got this Big guy.
This poem is about:
Me
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