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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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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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