Through
I made it here
Came from there
Ain't it fair?
This life, this here
What we were given
A car meant to be driven
A cake meant to be baked
Every minute you cry, sigh and ache
You go along through another day
And for those who don't
Those who won't
Will rest
With the best
There's no contest
It's what they suggest
Now say it with your chest
"I will get through the rest."
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world