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A Poem Named "Growth".

Dec 7, 2024

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For Every Hill I've To Climb,

For Every Stone That Bruised My Feet,

For All The Blood & Sweat & Grime,

For Blinding Storms & Burning Heat,

My Heart Sings But A Grateful Song,

There Were The Things That Made Me Strong!


For All The Heartaches & The Tears,

For All The Anguish & The Pain,

For Gloomy Days & Fruitless Years,

And For The Hopes That Lived In Vain,

I Do Give Thanks, For Now I Know,

These Were The Things That Helped Me Grow!


Its Not The Softer Things Of Life,

Which Simulate Mans Will To Strive;

But Bleak Adversity & Strife,

Do Most To Keep Man's Will Alive.

O'er Rose Strewn Paths The Weaklings Creep,

But Brave Hearts Dare To Climb The Steep.

Dec 7, 2024

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