We hustle, struggle, and fight through the strife
Sometimes the conflict is located between our ears
Other times it is a battle with those we call peers
As we age the battles change as decay begans to stalk
We don't have the spring in our step as we continue the walk
Disease and worn out limbs move in and call us home
We also lose the energy of youth for in this world to roam
We learn how to adapt and continue our life worn path
Living with dignity and looking at the mirror of fate with no wrath
We journey towards the finish line never allowing self to be late
Because we have always lived with a sol;id view of heavens gate
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