from where I stand

the world's all atilt

and a song of the birds

pecks through with a lilt

that straightens my hand

and steadies the nerves

upon which is built

my resolve to stand


as the world goes awry

and slants to one side

then another then again then more

I'll stand firm with all I've got

even if the world does not

take hold...this we all endure...



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