Never Give Up
When I consider how my life is spent
After long years in this dark world and wide
In trying to find that special talent
Wherein I could take pardonable pride
But now I have to contemplate defeat
There is no spark,no inspiration there
From my quest,I must consider retreat
A bitter frown is all I have to wear
Not much time now is left for me to yearn
Life will soon see me off on my sad way
For the recognition I wish to earn
I lack the gift for which I oft did pray
But my eager heart urges that I must
Go on until I turn to dreaded dust
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