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Everybody you encounter Is fighting a battle That you know nothing of... That red-faced guy who's always yelling Is probably on the verge of tears The anger is a facade, put up as a defense against the world And its crushing weight Mike was that guy He was old school A stodgy codger Life dealt him a tough hand He lost his son seven years ago I went to the calling hours So incredibly sad. I think he gave up then What was the point anymore? Meaningless, meaningless. Since then his work ethic declined Understandable. I think he gave up seven years ago I wonder, would I do the same in his shoes? An ******* to some, Belligerent to many, His struggle was heavy and real Last week he chose Hamlet's second alternative He chose not to be. My heart grieves for his wife, remaining son, daughter, and mother. I pray God will rest his soul
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
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Everybody you encounter Is fighting a battle That you know nothing of... That red-faced guy who's always yelling Is probably on the verge of tears The anger is a facade, put up as a defense against the world And its crushing weight Mike was that guy He was old school A stodgy codger Life dealt him a tough hand He lost his son seven years ago I went to the calling hours So incredibly sad. I think he gave up then What was the point anymore? Meaningless, meaningless. Since then his work ethic declined Understandable. I think he gave up seven years ago I wonder, would I do the same in his shoes? An ******* to some, Belligerent to many, His struggle was heavy and real Last week he chose Hamlet's second alternative He chose not to be. My heart grieves for his wife, remaining son, daughter, and mother. I pray God will rest his soul
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
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