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Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

A Courageous Battle


A courageous battle is being fought
By so many people today.
They've been stricken down with sickness
That has come their way.

Whether it's in the mind or body
It takes away their peace..
It's with them constantly, never ending
Until the pain does cease.

Those that are older seem to accept it
Better than the young.
And when it's a child, they are the strongest
For they seem to have hung

Their battle for life on a clothesline
Flowing with the breeze,
Never fearing the unknown at all
Facing their battle with ease.

This battle for life seems futile at times
But still we fight anyhow.
For that's the spirit of humanity at work
In its battle before its bow.

Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012

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