Truly Grateful Till the End
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Into the sunrise lake of my own sunset
I shall wade and sink with nary a ripple.
There in the penubra of the dark skyline,
I shall be, blissfully,
nothing again.
Blown away by the worst wayward winds,
Trapped, stranded in the dreariest doldroms,
I have stayed undaunted, kept unshaken
the faith in better
things to come.
The heaving halo of the partly sunken sun
Now sends thin shafts of shimmering light
That streak through my lengthening shadow.
Still, I shall remain
grateful and true.
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