© 2017 by P Michael Biggs
Maybe it’s a bad day,
Not a bad life.
Each day has its struggles,
Its worries and its strife.
And we get through it
We struggle to survive
We take it bit by bit
Even when we’re ninety-five
We aim to endure
That is for sure
Sometimes we take a detour
In searching for a cure
Life is not a bad life
Even when in strife
We work, we think
even when not in sync
It’s life, it’s life, it’s life
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