Endure - Poem by Maryida Horn
So many things are puzzling;
Life and death and suffering.
First there's life,
That causes so much strife;
However, one wouldn't think of giving up
without a fight. Next comes death,
To end the breath;
But there is always someone left behind
To continue the rest. Suffering is included with both;
Although one wouldn't think of giving up,
Life, death or hope.
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