Getting tired
Is part of the cycle
It comes with seasons
And I’m in the title …
Life they call it
It comes and goes
And if you are living
You surely know-
All is short
And often repeated
History you know
Reveals the cheated…
Until you erase
Worst to best-
Confusion takes over
All of the west…
But direction
Is what many seek
Despite the loss
Gone are the weak…
To a month
Or years strong
It’s always a matter
From short to long…
But it goes
No matter if you’re here
Life moves on
No matter pause or tears. . .
So live!
Before to you -it too late. . .
The machine turns
Regardless your wait.
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