Saturday, January 19, 2013


Do not let on,
Do not let go, be brave although
Each month, each week,
Each day just makes it worse.
Praise God, praise men,
Praise all who seek to save;
Reach high and reach and reach;
Reach out to beat the curse.
Each time the tears burn more
Ever leaving much, much less.
Such that you can quit and choose
Some quick end that calls
Says its name with ease and
Seems like a way out but is
Itself filled with fear that stalls.
I can but warn all who see this mess:
Own a slow, shared victory –
Our plight offers no easy flight.
No man can hope to win alone
Nevermore’s black dog fight.

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