The Meaning of Life

There are times that we quit

We wrestle, and fit

As we call our hard lives but a strife

We get caught in the past

Or get told we won’t last 

And we wish for a bullet or knife 

My friends, let it go

Just take this life slow

Remember one thing, most of all

Our time here is short

The sole thing of import 

To get up, if ever you fall

This rule isn’t hard

Your heart, it will guard 

As it shines a bright light in the dark

Your friends will, at length 

Take notice, this strength

And they’ll join you as journeys embark

You’ll go a long way 

As you smile and play

It rubs off, as others will too

This shouldn’t sound strange 

As we all know that change

Will happen, when starting with you

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