Every corner every turn,
it always feels like there's a new burn.
first, it's money, now it's love,
what will make the final shove?
Over the edge, and under the mountain,
wealth doesn't spill over from a water fountain.
Every inch, another mile,
and some days you break when you smile.
Our hands are stiff, and our backs are fire,
through all this, we cannot tire.
For nothing in life comes free,
and no matter how hard we try it won't leave us be.
So keep working, keep striving,
for, in the end, all that counts is that we were trying.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
