We did make sacrifice to hold on to

what we believe, in long winded trials.

yet when the music is our serenade

we listen with each note as like in love

our breath has gasp to recall our new

morning ahead, good nigh to our fails

we can believe there is new progress made

allure our gentle spirits, the wings of a dove

I go places I cannot even later recall

that ask of me for little need in return

yet I believe in my own sweet legacy

the arms of measured worth prevent my fall.

I will forever whisper quiet yearn

To know life’s work no longer travesty.

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*picture found on Etsy