One Last Time

Four years ago, our lives changed forever.

We got one more mission left.

One more chance to close out strong.

The final fight, the clock strikes.

Today is a chance to finish what we started.

We lost many along the way, but those who make it in the end?

They’re going to be legends.

It’s all been leading to this.

This is an ultimatum, the endgame.

They’re going to hit us hard and fast, so be ready.

Stay sharp.

Watch out for each other.

Suit up.

One last time.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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