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These tired eyes have seen a lifetime of pain,

This saddened face has seen years of sorrow,

This youthful body feels ancient in comparison,

This beating heart has become bitter and torn.



This shaggy matted hair once shone with pride,

This skin used to radiate with health,

This soul used to be free and clear,

This smile was never so jaded before.



Here I am, remaining in my own self poverty,

Poor and humbled, screaming in vain,

Tired by what seems like a thousand years of life,

Yet I am only young, I feel so aged.



I have lived more lifetimes in my short existence,

Than many have experienced from one,

Weighed down by anger and solitude,

I am alone, trapped by my own cage.



And still I move on, fighting each day,

Non-conforming, strong and stubborn,

I move from one moment to the next,

Careful as not to remain for too long.



Live each day, as best you can,

Fight the demons for peace,

Grasp that small shard of happiness,

Take it with both hands, don’t let go.



Face your personal poverty,

As I have, let it empower you,

As I have, dare to dream,

Keep on keeping on…