Life is transient
brief moments
I’ve worked hard
But it can mean nothing
In the face of another
adversity, set to slap me
Across the face.
Yet, I will not fail
In my slowly stunted way
Scratching with red raw hands
and broken bent back nails
To the surface
A determined ant
That slowly marches to the top
of the hill, and collapses
And walks again
I will put one foot in front
of the other and walk
My troubles away.
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