"Marching Forward"

Old eighth grade poem.

Just wait it out, see it through,

see what happens later on to you,

every single thing you do,

may end up making something new.

 

Life's not over, not just yet,

every single challenge must be met,

Look straight forward, now you're set,

Looking back will only make you fret.

 

Pick yourself up, dust yourself down,

put your boots on and never turn around,

keep on going and now you've found,

a way to endure every single wound.