Still Fighting
My breath refuses to let me be
My eyes are dirty and won't let me see
But the train is coming and it will not wait
I cannot rest, I cannot be late
I have to ride and fly tonight
Tomorrow will come with all of its light
And I must be there prepared or not
To fight the days that must be faught
Life goes on and waits for none
You fight the days until there done
Copyright © Ernest S. Geisel | Year Posted 2010
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