A poem about struggle, hope and success.

Even the coffee isn’t working at dawn

Banged up and burnt out

The morning came early again this morning

Rise and shine

Be your best

Put on a happy face

It’s cold

It’s dark

It’s a quarter after five

With nowhere to hide

Be strong little solider, we’ve come all this way

Can’t be weak now; it’s not an option

Watching people stoppin to join the party

I’ve checked out of my room

No mint on my pillow

No hint of my fellow

Man

Enjoying the passing parade

Deaf, dumb and blind to all those charades

Strong willed of character is how I’ll be made

Screw it, I can do it

Motivation is all those times I blew it

In the past, livin fast

I had a blast knowing deep down it couldn’t last past the last dance

No more late nights; boozing and losin

The fight against the light no more being high as a flying kite

I made it, turned the corner

I won’t look over my shoulder, won’t be a mourner

The chapter is closed; the book is finished

More laughter than lows; that life has diminished

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