On Falling Down
A broken leg, and an injured spine,
high school days, bad times were mine,
my football aspirations crushed,
all my hopes lay still, as hushed.
Then I got back up on my two feet,
refusing this, to resign in defeat,
I marched on to college, joined a team,
tennis then, was my dream.
I became a teacher and traveled on,
I made this choice, this was my own.
No tougher road for many back then,
my lessons learned were tried again.
Marriage next, and children, so soon,
Life's struggles now, no welcome tune.
A brain tumor did before me to loom,
These terrible days, seemed my doom.
I got back up and to teach some more,
went on to school, my degree in store.
I refused to lay still, on that cold floor,
As in my resolve, fine blessings did pore.
Time marched on, great trials still came,
I approached each one, results the same.
There's nothing there to make you lame,
just keep on trying, to win life's game.
Nothing feels quite as good as success,
a reward to those who give their best.
Though trials and tribulations may rain,
a treasure found, shall be our gain.
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