Lift Yourself

We ask why life is so hard? 

We always are seeking a guard? 

I feel down when I see the long road. 

Thinking of the very heavy load. 

I get mad when I feel down,

just like a ancient and worn gown. 

I go to the gym, 

and I realize that life isn't so dim. 

As I lift the heavy weight

I begin to feel great. 

Endorphins coursing through my vein,

I forget about life's pain. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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