As I grow

life grows in
many
ways, hurt and
wounded

yet! it survive, puzzling
encounter
feeling
low or high

never forward
but
always upward
say that iam gone, now
have

found, stand
and
never run, that
day is all ways
be done

live and feel
your
chance is only
to see, the dew is
in you're

hands, dust in the
hitting sun
now
your been
gone

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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