#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beaten.
On and on he tread forward,
Dragging with him a sack filled with burdens.

Every soul that passes the gate,
They say has passed the test of fate,
He wondered what sort of faith he had and if he did how he passed the test.

Through the gat he passed,
Down the road he journeyed,
On weakened knee's,
Looking for test of faith that defines him.


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