My loved ones do hold me tight
And I revel in them at work and play
But I’ve seen with inner sight
My glories here and, often my plight
What people see, what people say
Are not what I am, no, not quite
War against shadows, many might
Or give up, cry, kneel and pray
But that is not really my fight
And,
I rage not against the dying light
For I know that a brighter day
Is there for me, after this night
I go quietly, unbent, upright
Calm and joyful on my way
Without any anger, without any fright
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