Just Life
A grain of truth,
the grit of life,
the pauper, a richman,
who knows of strife.
An incoming tide, an
outgoing train, leaving
or arriving, it’s all the same.
Strive if you must with
might and main,
to live,
to die or gain.
For fate has its say,
gives of its time,
some luck
and sometimes a prize.
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