This is what life’s all about:
We
barrel in and totter out.
Along
the way, we smile or pout
And
try our best to conquer doubt.
We
may be rebels or devout,
Remain
unnoticed or have clout,
Yet
we survive, in flood or drought,
Our
whispers rising to a shout
As
we fight in our final bout;
Then,
like a candle, fizzle out.
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