Compared to This
What nearly killed me yesteryear
ages like fine wine
to produce only curled lips
A sweet glass of smiles
What once seemed to be the worst of days
turns out to be a walk in the park
as life moves forward to tougher trials
A constant gavel of karma crashes
What felt to be worth dying for
makes more sense in retrospect
as simply being a case of child's play
A break in the heart of truth
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