A Promise to Compromise

Make peace with the sorrows you got,
There will always be bouts of drought.
Existence comes along with grief;
Some last long, and some brief.
But one day, the earth will bloom with a sigh of relief.
The darkness will pass, for it has dawned
Do not stumble again, for you have already staggered,
Noble is he, who steadies himself and still supports the faltered.
All of us err and some of us blunder.
Is there anyone who is not flawed? I wonder.
The ones who learn from faults and finds a purpose,
Discovers a meaning in their existence, I suppose.

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