I am looking back
Weeping in silent tears
In a hush valley of milk and honey
Forlorn sitting by the riverside
Still I am throat parched.
The mountains and valleys
Are full of lilies and roses
I am dizzy seeing them only dimly
They the conquerors have done
Their swellheaded duty
And I am here vanguished
My bravery gone and my ego bruised
I am no coward in the circumstances
But rising and vying
For a bonus day in every day
Of this new year.
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I am looking back but rising wonderfully. Nice job done. Nice writing.