Life gets harder the older we get.
Besides the backstabbing, betrayals, slander,
physical, emotional and mental attacks.
We lose people to death… more and more.
Oftentimes things seem to go wrong
far more than they go right.
There are hard decisions to make,
important crossroads that we cannot understand
the full consequences of until further down the road.
We do wrong sometimes, we make mistakes
by the bucketful and if we’re gracious enough
and wise enough to learn from them
then maybe karma will let us off that grinding
treadmill and into the summer playing fields awhile.
Your dignity matters, keep it held above water
and in the darkest hours don’t lose hope or faith
or give into the negativity collecting around you.
Be a beacon, my friend… not for the world…
but for yourself… and hold that head up high.
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