Through this life we trudge
And some things are great and not a drudge
I have my path and compass held
Sometimes it's hard in this old world
But what I see will be a path for me
With a sprinkling of another's see
I sometimes find it hard to comprehend
That you could want for me to send
Some grief in purpose for you to make
And ruin a friendship that's hard to take.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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