-ing, a poem

There comes a time for us to fight
another time to just sit tight
because time itself is never ending.

But when these times come to pass
you feel like you’re out of gas
No wonder you have trouble standing.

It’s not your time to control
but rather just play your role
in the game that life is playing

You must free your mind
you must learn to be kind
and shake the hand that’s extending

You may ask why I write this poem
while you read it at home
but is the question worth asking?

It’s just my little way
for me to creatively say
this message worth revealing.

Author unknown

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