My Life

I see and I reach, but I miss

I think and try, but I fail

Refusing to admit this

 as a way to bail.

 

 Not knowing what to call this,

I soon learned not to dwell long

giving up was no fraud,

 I couldn’t do anything wrong.

 

Whenever I am about to give up,

I feel the urge to try again.

No matter how sharp the knife presses me down

I will keep rising up again.

 

My will is strong.

Pushing me to persist

While lost in the throng

However much my life resists

 

That is the way

Life is harsh and does not play

As long as I don’t succeed

I will find another way

 

That is the way

I will try another day

Though it is always full of gray,

Life is harsh and does not play

 

That is the way

My will is like a Gamma ray

I will not be a prey

Because life is harsh and does not play

 

I see and I reach, but I miss

I try one last time, and success is near

I don’t know what to call this,

But persistence leads me here.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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