A Burly Poise
I’m serene as an ocean mid-night
With the depth of infinite fathoms
Uncharted to the take-light brats
Just known to the cerebral beings
The diligence of mine, never been lauded
Yet, it was exploited for a matter of gain
In such route I stood for much strain
Come what may I’d never renounce
Never did I give up in misery
Nor I am a cynical self
Yet, facing a mount of drudgery
I gained zilch but sprinkles of woe
The chores made a sturdy heart of mine,
So did the despair with my wits so fine
The entire allied mortals shortly get a fare
Sooner or later the verity is to be bare
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