James Wright Jr.
Lifes A Struggle - Poem by James Wright Jr.
They say life is a gift but we enter with cries. Knowing nothing at all as we open our eyes.
We are all born with a struggle that will make our soul stumble and crumble but man if we don't come out stronger when we rise from the rubble.
God said faith without work is dead. So we give our blood, sweat, and tears for our daily bread.
We live life like a game of chess, trying to make all the right moves. Planning to get ahead with every move we choose.
God created life and gave his Son to save it but the devil is always around tring to make us forget it.
Remember in life you can get up whenever you fall cause life without struggle and pain is no life at all.
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