Dessip, you helped me write a poem....
THAT'S LIFE
We go through life collecting our scars
While chasing our dreams and reaching for stars
We carry our ghosts, as burdens or fear
We wonder sometimes "Why are we here?"
Yet we find ourselves in awe of the beauty of the world
As patriotic citizens when flags are unfurled
We look into the eyes of a child and see
A sunrise that that proves how pure we could be
Some old fallen barn that stood one hundred years
Broken rotted pilings once a grand fishing pier
Farm boys listened to Gramps musing about his favorite old horse
Grandsons heard overblown fishtales, of course
Somehow our scars are stronger than regular tissue
We learn to roll with things we take issue
We find the courage to move on, most profits, they say
To receive the gift of another wonderful day.
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