Better
BETTER
Now hope for tomorrow better,
as life seems to run rough through litter.
Days are pierced by painful splinter.
Hits making life full of craters.
When will my days commence to glitter?
Struggling, being absolute lone fighter.
None is around to care or look me after.
Yet still fit, wish to be fitter.
Expecting nice days to enter:
Success to access in future.
Adverse event, sure to alter.
Joyous Spring follows sad Winter.
05/28/18
Re-edited on 02/20/20
HM
'STRAND SELECT V' Contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2018
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