A Bit of Poetry For the Soul

Can we not think about

Tragedies of the past

Indeed we must think

Of what makes our hearts beat


The pounding in the chest

A clock of our own

A constant ticking in our midst

Reminding us to live


Live each day to glory

Fight for rays of sunshine

Or drops of refreshing rain

Be true to who you are.

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