"Me"

I was born
in late September
and my passions vary
from a burning fire
to a dying ember.
Entered the world
in 1963
to a lifetime
of struggling
just to be free-
( to be me.)
Yes, there's a price
and a cost
to life
whether it's joyous
or filled
with strife;
Yet I battle on
in the early
dawn
for a brighter day-
and a better way
when we no longer
have to pay.

This poem is about: 
Me

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