He comes into this world a fighter .
He will fall from time to time .
There will be trouble along the way
As the years go by.
He will say do not worry about me .
I am fine for the shape I am in .
His old age is going up his spine .
He has had his best .
He sits in silence .
He wrestles only with the darkness
In his eyes these days .
He travels alone these days .
By keeping the commandments
He knows he is almost home
And when he gets home
There will be no more strife to fight ,
I Love You All
By Brock
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