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Problematic Problems…My life has had its problematic problems, Far too many to bear that's true, I should have expired a long time ago, For what this body's gone through! It's a miracle that I am here it's said, And yep, I must agree… For the proof of the pudding is in the eating, And the truth is there for all to see. Now we all have our issues on health, No-one is free from that part of life, We all have pain and problems… That cause' us fear and strife! But I believe everything is for a reason, And though I have no idea what, or why, The fact remains, that no matter what… I'm still here, I didn't die! Sadness, fear, and pain, Will I ever find release? Or am I to live forever…. In misery and not in peace! One day at a time, I'm told, One day at a time, And if I live one day at a time…! Happiness and peace shall be mine! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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