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We Are All More Alike Than We Know

I will stay till the end 
I am that kind of friend
Your dark bitter days
where you navigate the maze

Life gives everyone strife
and the lumps and the bruises
and the causes we take up
and at times joyous cruises

But it's the friends that can bandage us up
as we accidentally open a vein
and inadvertently cause ourselves pain
We struggle against survival on things insane

We all eventually walk through that valley of death
no one escapes this fate, we all run out of breath
the marathon chase of life that is like a gun
that shoots you out and you go till you are stunned

And it's only inaction that eventually gets us all
We lay down one last time or we have a fall
and then we can no longer answer the call
and at long last, we simply give up the ball

And the next generation gets to play the game
and move the needle forward, or even back again
Because there are always some that will tell you it was better before
like life is a macabre sports game and someone is keeping score

But the reality is we all fight the same fight
we all want things to be right
to live simply and not be lost in the night
to support our goals and aspirations and walk in the light

and with that thought, I bid you goodnight. 

We are all more alike than we know. Your Friend Artimus 
 10/05/2023 8:17AM (C) Susan Manley

To all of my friends who are struggling with life’s curveballs right now.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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