On the Brink
Here I stand, on the brink,
Like a house on a cliff,
Ready to fall anytime,
Crashing into the rocks below,
But I have seen such houses,
Weathering severe storms,
Staying put for years,
I wonder, can I do the same?
Here I stand, on the brink,
Ready to accept my fate,
With all the loss and animosity,
I have reached the end of line,
But then I remember,
The lone tree on the hill,
Rain or hail, wind or drought,
It lives on, a proud survivor,
Though alone but alive,
I wonder, could I do the same?
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