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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