Still Here Poem by Paul Warren

Still Here



If you could
Would you take the ride
Again…
How would it be
If you could see
Those things
That now
Cut to the bone

Some things
You can't sweep away
Whilst you await
The dawning light
Of a new day
So gather strength
And bite into leather
Survival is
The name of today's game.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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