The pursuit of wishes.
The sting of itches .
Strings of sad stitches;
Still we expect the riches.
Tirelessly we trudge...
profound pain to indulge.
Though life is an unfair judge,
through trouble we still bulge.
Persistently we willingly rise
like a courageous sunrise.
Though earth's heart is an ice;
our zeal will forever suffice.
The persistence of pain;
ahead lies a gorgeous gain.
We will walk through the rain;
heavenly waters don't leave stains.
Behind enemy lines
lie King Solomon's mines.
Presently things may not be fine,
satisfaction will soon come and dine.
By Mc Shapiro
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