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This comes to pass when one’s forlorn;
When merit is placed in eyes of scorn.
Some days revered – some days damned
I bade my heart please understand.
That men are masters of their fate;
Whether joy or woe their steps await.
It’s better to jump than hesitate.
No reason’s huge enough to mourn;
In ways like these be thus reborn.

Oh heavens sweet create the same;
This life, this hope with all its aim.
Often I breathe this earnest prayer;
To give me strength enough to bear.
So years from now on glorious morn;
In ways like these be thus reborn.

 

Photo credits: www.pixedelic.com

Form: Rondeau

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

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