This is one hard, and strange life
A few gets …the chance to thrive
Everything we have …was given
By Who knows… (what’s hidden)

One day, HE will be placed a dot
In those have and those have not
That’s that! – Go forward is the lift
Dream’s a dream, action’s the gift

Many achieve by their own sweat
Others are far by whom they meet
Few pick the rope, many the hope
Death’s near, breath draws out fear

Jet to the clouds, ignore the louds
Only a ground can get your found
From the concrete, grows a flower
The discrete still builds that tower

© Ricardo Sexton


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