No Promises
When hard comes, the struggle,
greater comes, the extended strength.
A person discovers, whom they, really are,
living through, the truly, difficult length.
For no promises, is there, in continuance,
of all, the goodness, without the bad.
In one moment, things are, how they be,
in the next, things aren't, what you had.
Copyright © Sean Matthews | Year Posted 2010
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