For here shall I stand
Against the wildest of wind
Perched on a steep cliff
As I am today
Just like yesterday
Starry-eyed with hope
Surging towards beckoning horizon
Perhaps waiting for tomorrow too soon.
Will tomorrow ever come
Resurgent with the wind of change
To chaff my gaunt ears of corn
Wake me rejuvenated at dawn
With a commendable urge
And a pat on my strained shoulders
To stake my claim of double yokes
Before the afternoon.
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