Trudging
You trudge through the daily life,
budge through to make a life
Try to say goodbye?
It doesn't work that way
you've come this far just to dig your grave?
You're smart.
Smarter than that,
But all the intelligence in the world
won't help another step into the shoes
you've worn in.
No matter how worn out
you don't believe others to be
Stop judging;
because in the end,
in every time and space,
We're all just
trudging
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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