We bury the dead
With respect
We go through life
With smatterings of regret
We expect to prosper
With hard toil
We yearn for a life
Without much turmoil
We celebrate survival
With victory
We fight to banish pain
With raw willpower
We sometimes forget to just be
Without expectations free
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-30.
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