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Life is a struggle
How do you explain
To a child so young
About what happened that fateful day
Did God intervene
Was it meant to happen
Or were we lucky your life
Wasn't just whisked away
To look on the surface
You'd think everything's normal
Dig a bit deeper
You'll find things quite obscure
A bit slower
Weaker
But that's purely physical
Upstairs where it counts
Seems perfectly clear
That's been my life
For the past fifty years
Sometimes a struggle
Somehow find a way
It may at times need a little
Reorganisation
But don't nobody go telling me
I can't get through the day
To a child so young
About what happened that fateful day
Did God intervene
Was it meant to happen
Or were we lucky your life
Wasn't just whisked away
To look on the surface
You'd think everything's normal
Dig a bit deeper
You'll find things quite obscure
A bit slower
Weaker
But that's purely physical
Upstairs where it counts
Seems perfectly clear
That's been my life
For the past fifty years
Sometimes a struggle
Somehow find a way
It may at times need a little
Reorganisation
But don't nobody go telling me
I can't get through the day
Published 19th Jul 2019
Author's Note
My entry in the "Who I Am" comp
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21st Jul 2019 9:43pm
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1st Aug 2019 11:11pm
Sorry for the late reply.
Thanks for participating in my competition. Only God knows what our destiny holds, but until then, we continue on with life, and should live each day to the fullest. I like the way you've ended the poem in a powerful way. Indeed, no one has the right to tell us or dictate how our lives should be.
Thanks for participating in my competition. Only God knows what our destiny holds, but until then, we continue on with life, and should live each day to the fullest. I like the way you've ended the poem in a powerful way. Indeed, no one has the right to tell us or dictate how our lives should be.
