Standing Tall

Standing Tall short poem

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‘Tis easy to feel rejection and self-pity through plight
Blaming outside circumstance toward reason
When the best answer is, to stand tall and fight
Good times and bad come to all like the seasons
It is quoted: “The Lord helps those willing to help themselves,”
As it is always darkest before dawn
All must put down the pride, of showing a side
Of humility, weakness and flaws

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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Preeti
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So true! Put your pride aside and walk humbly in life!

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