By Benjamin Shapiro
”To be or not to be,” asks the immortal Bard,
How do we push through life when it is naught but hard?
Do we look up toward gray skies,
Ask God for strength with tearful eyes?
Do we grind through with gritted teeth,
Finding gumption deep beneath?
Whate’er we do, we make it through,
One way or another, it’s what we do,
Because as long as we can breathe,
We have life left to believe
That the sun shall shine another day,
Even when it doesn’t seem that way.