Poetry
The solace of solitude
Countering loneliness
Acceptance of hesitant hope
Leaning on winds of time
To steady and balance
The uncertain skill on a rope
We are born and we die
Alone to defy
The ages of echoing tides
Displaying interminable art
Stubbornly standing apart
Wise future sages
Look down through the ages
Noting
At best it’s a start
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