Such a thing
is in short supply
when one’s under duress;
it’s something that
I’m well aware
I lack, I must confess.
But, pressing on
I do declare
the fight can yet be won;
if I endure
and be demure
when a struggle has begun.
There’s always hope
if one persists
and runs the ragged race;
and if we stumble,
we arise
and venture forth with grace.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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