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by Abraham Ivie

Why do even the little things hurt
In this world we must stay alert
Others will easily push you into the dirt
This doesn’t mean to stop
This means to grow atop
To these ridiculed thoughts
The long nights that hit the clock
The days your feeling dropped
What are we, we are ourselves
We choose our path ourself
Dirt can be dusted off itself
Even when life seems overwhelmed
Find the good that may be near
Love, peace, friends we adhere
Find balance no matter how it may appear
Life is filled with many tears
If you don’t smear the fear
With love so dear and always near
To keep a busy life rolling another year

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