Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Poem

 To Z. Grey


To bear up under loss,

to fight the bitterness over defeat

and the weakness from grief—

to smile when tears are close;


to be victor over anger

and resistant to base instincts

of ignorant animals—

to hate hate and to love love,

going on when it seems good to die;

to persist in the glorious dream 

with unquenchable faith in

its evermore and about to be—

what any person can do

and so be great.


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