Rhymes On A Hiking Hill-Poetry

I want you to understand when I say that I am trying.

I am trying to fulfill my duties to my fellow-man,
while feeling chills through my feet in the beach sand.
Trying to be a clover in an unlucky land.
I am trying, I am.
Whispering words, repeating words
To the listening herd, they flock like birds
When I say I am trying.
Trying to gain control when my good and  bad side
clown around, Playing a game of hare and hounds
Who will beat who first in the game of
racing to mutual grounds?
I am trying, I am.
I say farewell to the sun, and it cries
Always harder to say it’s goodbyes
When it knows it has to take away my shine
But I’ll try,
To replace what’s golden.

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