The Old Struggle
When I awoke the air was still
And the old struggle was my bitter pill
Do I rage against it with my fist to the sky
Or ignore it and let it slip on by
Each day the outcome is the same
And I am made to take the blame
How do I make it right again
To make peace and to see it end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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