I am weary,
tired to the core;
not wanting to give up,
yet not wanting anymore.
Every day is a new struggle,
every hour a tedious chore;
trying to stay safe,
and not let life become a bore.
Yet, everyday is new,
a chance to start again;
to smile, to love, to laugh,
to see what’s next and wait til then.
Every smile, a gift,
every meeting a new chance;
to live the life of joy,
to sing and dance the dance.
So yes, I may be tired,
but my weariness won’t last;
I’ll look forward with optimism,
and leave my sorrows in the past.
© Leslie C Dobson
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