Through

Tue, 08/16/2016 - 21:58 -- destx99

I made it here

Came from there

Ain't it fair?

This life, this here

What we were given

A car meant to be driven

A cake meant to be baked

Every minute you cry, sigh and ache

You go along through another day

And for those who don't

Those who won't

Will rest

With the best

There's no contest

It's what they suggest

Now say it with your chest

"I will get through the rest."

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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