The sun rises to its watch tower <br />To beat down on us <br />Like the economy <br />Beats us down <br />Making stress beads drip down our back <br />The struggle just gets harder <br />To move one foot in front <br />Of the rest of the pack <br />Keep your stride kid <br />‘Cause they’d devour you <br />Whenever they see fit <br /> <br />Everyone who took off <br />At the starting block <br />Are a thousand yards a head of you <br />Maybe even at the finish line <br />Who knows who got first <br />Who really cares <br />You’ll get a constellation prize <br />Same with everyone behind you <br />The only difference is <br />They all want trophies<br /><br />Dan Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-be-proud-i-m-very-tired/
