He always lands on rocky shores
Yet never does he stumble there
Nor moan nor weep at his cruel fate
But struggles on with head held high
More concerned with what he has
than what is so unfair
And so in life, it seems to me
There are those whose daily lives
Are filled with more than average woes
Who never seem to touch the prize
Yet without fail they carry on
Shoulders squared and head held high
I cannot help but to admire
The quiet strength and comely grace
He brings to each and every trial
The way he takes it all in stride
No obstacles will slow him down
His strength of will upon his face
His life is lead with quiet grace
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