On My Chin
As a baby I started off on my chin,
my chin and the floor were great friends.
The schoolyard was a fun place to play,
except when my chin met the ground.
Nasty words came as a teen,
I always took it on my chin.
Life can be bad,
I need to keep my chin up.
Date Written:10/7/2020
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