In a sandwich shop, a student stands
Slicing bread, with his own two hands,
Study and work, work all day,
Glory has a price, a price we must pay.
An obese man running in the sun,
In his mind, a battle is won,
Today he lived, tomorrow he is reborn
A mind like his, we must adorn.
A new land, full of mystery
A single mother, her past is history,
From dawn till dusk, from dusk till dawn
A fight within her, until fear is gone.
These here be signs of Life,
Constant struggles and daily strife.
All the toil echoes a deep fire
Is there a greater sight to admire?
- Author: Struggler (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2023 15:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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