When You Can'T Do Any-More
We never know our tomorrows
Until we enter through the door
To know if it'll be any better
Than it was previously before
It's when you enter through that door
And live these days of tomorrow
It's only then we can ever tell
Will it be blissful, or again sorrows
So what does one do when it collapses
All you feel is the quickening hoar
When ones efforts become exhausted
When you can't do any-more
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2017
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