Slow but sure turning
cycle of life is in view
Fixing a few oddities
of living gone askew
Hues since blemished
now reflect vivid tints
Shade seems evident
of new color it hints
All blues to be daubed
with strokes sanguine
Wary of the apathetic
which tedium outline
Wait though eternal
is approaching its end
As fruit to past labors
with deserved dividend
It was no odd accident
but an ordained design
To stand tall yet again
and old verve realign
Indebted to all caring
ones who stood beside
Bearing storm face on
waiting for it to subside
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