when I can retrospect and say:
It's all over now,
I made it through somehow,
through hardships untold
and terrors unknown
I have fought my way here
and have claimed me my own.
Then, as a ship anchored safe in its harbor,
I shall receive respite from all labor
as my reward.
And nothing else untoward
shall mar my horizon
or blemish my view.
My bones shall be old
but my heart will be new.
Perhaps this day's far off,
perhaps it is near.
In any case, I
must persevere.
Until then, one by one by one
I'm getting all those little things done.
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