And what he/she shall steal
no feelings, none, no feel
And one will always find
somethings that set the mind
that one is so inclined
to trust that all is fine
will pass the warning signs
the start of all decline.
Though sad it's also true
when one downtrodden, done
when heart is battered torn
a strength to carry on
emerge from all forlorn
Head high, above the fray
transforms, be Wiser One.
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