The Wait
A losing struggle,
why fight it,
what hope,
But lo,
there comes the dawn,
bringing the choice,
freeing the burden,
giving patience,
and determination,
to carry on.
Until the day,
when all shall be acheived,
and my heart can rest at last,
I can lay down,
finally with a smile,
and watch as the leaves,
drift down,
free from the tree.
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