This position of I am in vain
Like a torn in my mind of pain
For this office I do not gain
Then what will be our grain?
As I walk now in this rain
May this decision not be bane
For I will tell this plain
Without regret in my name
I do not know of their strain
Hoping them not to be stain
My plan of strengthening the cane
May the Lord be on this train
For I am not insane
Still I know where is my lane
Soon I will board on this plane
May this plan not go in shame
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