Rubik's Cube
Life is a Rubik's cube.
Always shifting, ever changing.
I may only be a Rube,
But my world is re-arranging.
Some people cheat
By switching the stickers.
Others get beat
And turn to the liquor's.
I will struggle with my toy.
Since others perceive me as a boy.
I'll learn the pattern, find the trick,
'cause giving up would make me sick.
You can judge me, give it hell!
But you don't know me all that well.
I'm strong willed, body too.
I'll accomplish all the things
I "cannot do".
For I'm a fighter, as well as a Rube.
And I won't get beat
By some damn cube!!
Copyright © Daniel Gilmore | Year Posted 2014
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