Her mind raced at a rapid pace
Hard-pressed lips slightly curved
A teardrop rolled down her cheek
As she gazed intently at the platter served.
Life is full of ups and downs
A mix of sugar and spice she thought
Her platter though, was differently prepared
The spice content more than sought.
Fruits of labor are always sweet
An advice she is continually fed
With grit determination she does her duty
Gallantly ignoring the tears she shed.
Lifting up her shattered spirits
Brushing the insignificant injuries aside
She sturdily strides on the uneven path
With all her fortitude and might.
As the cloud of challenges hovers above
Mercilessly testing her willpower
She adamantly refuses to give in
Since day breaks after the darkest hour.
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