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Harsh Days Somewhat Gone


The begining was a gap with no end in sight,

The gap was not just between your teeth or height.

You eventually straightened up

Including your teeth.

But, life contiuned to bring the heat.

It tossed and turned at every road, 

"Should I do this? Should I do that?" became your frequently vocabulary.

Then, all of a sudden,

That was it. 

Life straightened out, that gap closed, and everything seemed tall. 

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