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Determined to make the A’s,
Work on, don’t slumber…
For this too will soon pass.
You do the daily chores
He never seems to appreciate,
That a helpmate is not meat….
O! This too will soon pass.
In bed you wail in pains,
For healing to come, you wait
Counting on help from above…
This too will soon pass.
Others’ babies have cried on you,
You tend, and cling to them like yours,
But your womb denies you yours…
This too will soon pass.
You walk the streets to offices,
Your shoes soles worn.
You call on Him but it seems He’s asleep…
This too will soon pass.
Written by: Friday Emmanuel
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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