Living takes nerve,
nerve with a swerve.
Being flexible,
knowledge digestable.
Choking on the bull,
spitting it out when full.
Tripping down on face,
getting up in disgrace.
Walking on in pride,
after a tuff ride.

Life will throw us,
then grow us.
Almost kill us,
it will certainly thrill us,
maybe confuse us,
never should it beat us.

But it does,
just the way it goes.
Beatings will awake,
we either survive or break.
A broken man,
isn't a beaten man.
He's a man,
making a plan.
A plan of revenge,
to start a winning binge.
On with the show,
or
we don't grow.

G