In order to live, you must roll with the punches

  The uppercuts, the jabs and the jukes

  That life will send your way

  In a constant stream of almost reviling cruelty

  And eventually, you'll miss a step

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  And it will get a few good hits in

  And if you are young and lucky enough

  Perhaps you will get up once more,

  To fight the good fight a little longer.

  But the day shall come when you are tired and weary,

  And caught off guard from introspection

  You will fall to your knees, yet again newly broken

  Unable to sustain the heavy weight

  Of all the bittersweet memories within you

  And as you curl up and wait to die

  Life will kick you while you're spiraling downward

  As you slowly succumb to the endless march of entropy

  You will perish via death by a thousand cuts

  Each wound designed to slay a greater man than you.

  And yet, through it all, I hope you will be happy.