The Finish Line
Sometimes in this race called life...
we see less sugar...instead more spice.
Up the stairs we step so calm...
till trouble hits us like a bomb.
Down we tumble with no end in sight...
our life seems like an endless night.
We grasp at hope...we hang on tight...
our future seems no longer bright.
We were nearly there...we saw the top...
till a gust of lessons caused us to drop.
Why me? I sit and look around...
I did not deserve to hit the ground.
You have a choice...to sit or stand...
you need only to rise and take command!
Which will It be...give up?...move on?
Let courage change your dusk to dawn.
P.R.Deremer
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