Hidden in the cupboard of sorrow,
Where pain and sadness often borrow,
Like a fowl with no tomorrow,
Lost in a world of strife and sorrow.
But through the darkness, a lesson learned, A seed of wisdom, within me burned,
For when all hope and joy had spurned,
I found a strength that within me churned.
Death taught me to focus and see,
Beyond the pain and misery,
To sieve the beans of life and be,
Stronger than the locusts that besiege me.
For flying is better than running, And walking better than crawling,
Even in the face of hardships, stunning,
We must never give up or stop striving.
So let us not be like that lonely soul,
Sitting behind a bar of soap,
But strive to reach our highest goal,
And taste the sweetness of life's hope.
For in the end, it matters not,
Whose memory we recall or forgot,
But how we lived and loved with all we've got,
And left a legacy that cannot be bought.
So let us march forth to ceremonial halls, And answer life's beckoning calls,
With courage, strength, and passion that enthralls,
And never let our spirits fall.
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