Trials - Poem by Richard Goolsby
The trials of life,
Each day I try to pass,
Each day a new hurdle,
As I overcome the last.
Trying to pull ahead,
But seem to just fall behind,
Keep struggling to see he light,
But empty darkness is what I find.
Tomorrow is a new day,
That's full of promise & sunshine,
Just gotta make it through today,
For tomorrow everything will be fine.
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