The hard days

Are supposed to make sense in the end.I haven’t been there yetSo I can’t tell you for sureBut people say timeDoes something mysterious to our mindsWhere the hard thingsThat once threatened to crush us,Now ground us.Steady us.Remind usThat even if thingsDon’t go our way,And our best effortsDon’t seem to count for muchLife, in all its […]

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