The Struggle Forgotten

How slow to remember the time of our youth
All the struggles for triumph, every quest that found truth
The dark days that taught us and shaped us like clay
Were rare to be thought of come end of the day

Visions and dreams yet to come true
Distract from those for which thanks is due
The struggle forgotten, the strength remains
To guard against this next endless rain

How slow to remember, when others fall
That we were once not different at all
A good man is one who remembers and guides
This new brother of his to The Light Divine

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