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If you can't beat them, laugh at them.

The world is full,
Of good and bad,
Joy and happiness,
And misery so sad,
When all is hale,
We're so glad,
When woe prevails,
Grief is ironclad.

Old and worn,
Seems to creak,
Smiles can’t hide,
How hoary and weak,
Agony pounding,
Inducing shrieks,
Time passes slowly,
The future is bleak.

They did not want,
To take this course,
With every movement,
It would force,
Pain and anguish,
Their voice was hoarse,
Steps must be taken,
Stop it at the source.

Then it happened,
Reality turned hazy,
Mind inertial,
No desire, just lazy,
Time unimportant,
World turned crazy,
No drive or zest,
Picking cerebral daisies.

Day after day, week after week,
They all became blurred,
Their mind wondering,
Gray matter stirred,
Chatting very little,
Speech often slurred,
Immobile and dormant,
Even when spurred.

Distorted surrealality,
Begins to clear,
Reality returns,
No longer so queer,
Brain and senses,
Sharp as a spear,
Pain now controlled,
Brings a happy tear.

Seems right,
Not quite,
Still plight,
And blight,
Presently light,
Coming night,
Continued fight,
With all their might.

They can not win,
This fact is known,
They continue on.

The true measure of a person,
May not be based on victory,
But how they fight,

It’s easy when you’re winning,
To enjoy life to its fullest,
To see the miracles of the world.

When you’re losing it takes,
Undying hope,
A bit of stubbornness,
And the support of friends never hurts.

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