You'll Be Happy

Little man in a lengthy norm
Weak in strength from his tinfoil form
Work your way to show you are strong
With your breathless blows and tired arm
Look to death and try and complain
Discuss a fate that only brings shame
But look to the sky my brother
Dont let your fears be a bother
There's hope in your eyes
It is no surprise
The next time that we meet you'll be happy

This poem is about: 
Me

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