Seizing each day-
some happy, some sad.
Life is but a combat-
absurd, yet we reason.
“This too shall pass”, I gasp.
“Oh really?”, I argue-
“This is no season, we’re only trapped”.
But then, I affirm-
“This is life, we will surpass!”

GREG RAKOZY BROOKE LARK
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