Friday, December 7, 2012

Poem: Mountain, Dirt and Grime.

I don't remember every mountain I struggled to climb,
I guess they turned into bumps in the road,
not as big as I imagined but what about this time?
Can I make it over this mountain, go with the flow?

And what about you? What are you going through?
What mountain has left dirt and grime on you?

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