And Yet
My trials, indenture, my regrets
Oh Lord, how solemn I accept
that punishment of knowing, its inept
forgive, forgive and then forget!
This solemn trail, my eyes still wet
climb in divesture, hoping, kept
be it not usuary, be it not debt
but character, that in striving, met!
And so my humble prayer's beget
is not to agonize bereft,
nor field, nor criticize concept,
but yield as wise, and yet, and yet!
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