Strong
Life throws curves at us and most often we learn to be strong and move on, but sometimes we feel helpless and we stand still. Dust yourself up and move on.
Like a tornado doing its thing,
Life has no pattern you can predict.
It might brush against you a bit,
Or it might tear down your walls like a lunatic.
It may bring you joy for a while,
Anyhow be ready to face the demons of an angry child.
It is strange and unannounced,
It might leave you broken in the dust.
Then you might ask "Why me?"
As it picks random victims on its spree.
Then suddenly you are back on your feet,
Armed and ready to conquer the world.
Life has no pattern you can predict.
It might brush against you a bit,
Or it might tear down your walls like a lunatic.
It may bring you joy for a while,
Anyhow be ready to face the demons of an angry child.
It is strange and unannounced,
It might leave you broken in the dust.
Then you might ask "Why me?"
As it picks random victims on its spree.
Then suddenly you are back on your feet,
Armed and ready to conquer the world.
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