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Tired

man sitting on bench with his arms stretched outward on the back of the bench, they sky is dark and ominous looking.

I try to find the good, I try to find joy, I try to be a good person and do good things, and to make the world a better place for everyone. I know I sometimes fail but I am tired indeed.

The poem Tired by Langston Hughes which reads: I am so tired of waiting, Aren't you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife And cut the world in two - And see what worms are eating At the rind. Langston Hughes

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