What have you been fighting for
What is the reason for the sweat
That cleaves to your brow
That tired gruntling?
I have a feeling you are discouraged
Worried about a situation
You seemingly cannot manage
You are despondent.
Why - is there a lost cause
Something you had spent energy on
Only to see it fall like a pack of cards
Your life's work wasted at your feet?
There is no lost cause
You have tried and failed
But recall Lincoln
He tried and tried and tried again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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