Hope

it was raining
it was bleak
the pages were training
although very weak
They had to keep going
They had to keep trying
They must do this without slowing,
With out crying
From the pain
the must do it well
For some this was insane
They wake up to a bell
and work all though the day
and into the night
from early fall until after may
The way the strong ones make it is they have something the others don't
Something the others can have but won't
while the other mope
The strong ones have hope.

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