#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

Thier days of sickness, hunger, and pain are done
Their battles have been hard fought
and won

They will just need a rest for now
No more to worry about

The love shines through
theit weary eyes
for those left behind


Their rest they've earned
The lessons they have learned
As they march away from this Earth.

Well done.
8/24/20
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