When life takes its toll, and you feel tired and weak,
and cannot find the rest, you so desperately seek.
When every moment, the fatigue does increase,
and the burden of worry, will not cease.
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This started out as a very good poem, loved the rhyme, but the end lines were such an anti-climax, What can you do? Hold on tight. Where can you go? your imagination, you can follow. Just a thought from Tai Smiling at you
it couldnt be longer, coz it got all it needed. its wholy and wise