Suck It Up Buttercup
Born of bone,
born of flesh,
born of blood of man.
Return to earth the day you die,
return to mud and sand.
The in between you sleep and dream,
and want for what is not.
Either way you have no say,
your stuck with what you've got.
Choose to smile,
choose to frown,
is the only choice your given.
Suck it up buttercup,
this is whats called living.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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