It seems so still,
Some of us are thriving, and some struggle over that hill.
The light is removed
You have reached a sore part in your life,
The poet feels the pain, and he may not want to talk
Lets face God together and go for that walk.
Tomorrow is the prize
Be thankful to God, from there is no surprise.
People will leave
And People will go,
That is part of the journey called 'life'
You may have offspring, and others not
Life is there for you to embue, give that thing called life a 'shot'.
Jason
22nd July 2026
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