BEMOAN
Bemoan not shall I,
there's no use for all that cry.
a fitting reply to all that went by
I grew out of all that sly.
Bemoan not shall I,
come what may shall stand by
to get affected to surrender thereby
no never life is not so long anyway.
Bemoan not shall I,
the spirit of hope shall stand by
its the gift of God a special skill
for me to tolerate and win with joy.
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