we never know what is attacking our mind.
We try so hard, with words to find.
Every day is a new one, laughter we try to seek.
Can we prosper, can we speak.
We share what we want others to read.
Our words are theirs to feed.
Grace upon us, my amazing friend.
I don't want this poetic verse to end.
Now bare with me through this journey of life.
Another paragraph, another strife.
Count down til we meet again.
Heres to you my poetic friend.
©terrylin53
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