Trife
As Seasons Change I Look Back
And Ponder On What I Lack
I Think About How I Could Grow
And What Would I Show
What Could I Do To Improve Trife
In This World And My Life
And Then Out Of No Where
The Answer Is Lying There
I Will Use My Skills
And I Will Instill
Goodness To The Sick
And The Injured Inflicted
My Role Is To Rehabilitate
As A Physical Therapist Anticipate
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