You're clinging to the future,
Though the past has let you down.
So many wounds to suture,
Still, you wear your thorny crown.
With pride that won't surrender
And a faith beyond compare,
You toil without splendor
Knowing love is waiting there.
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Beautiful poem. Of hope and positivity. Endearing rhyme scheme and rhythmic structuring. Top score is nothing