#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat up by years
Tired body and soul
Trudging on each day
Through in gate
Make that dough
Pay that bill
Feed my child
my every ill
Aches and paipains
Yet still I walk
to the gate
Oh I see
My destination over there
Take my rest no more cares
Close that gate
Peace awaits for the mind body and the soul
Gates to Gate so I enter earned my right to step in
Cause I been working ohvso hard
Rest my head for my bodies dead
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