A Toast to Life
I raise my glass,
A toast.
To life,
To struggle,
Many nights of struggle.
To strength,
Many days of strength.
Mustered from deep inside
A place no one can see.
To suffering.
Too long the suffering
But much the strength.
When to let go?
When to surrender ones self?
To begin the new journey.
Courage, courage...
Meet death at the door
And look him in the eye.
I raise my glass.
A toast,
To Life!
mlea 06/2009
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