Fighters Last Fight - Poem by Richard Goolsby
The man is so tired of struggling,
To open his eyes each day,
He gives it his all,
But trials keep coming his way.
He's so tired of pretending,
His life is perfectly great,
He's feeling beat down and discouraged,
For he bares the burden of to much weight.
It seems he's losing the battle,
That he's tried so hard to fight,
His will has been broken,
And his end is coming in sight.
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