What can I do except keep keeping on?
Why would I want to do some other thing?
The world will always turn from dusk to dawn,
And as a human, on the world I cling,
And so I must, as it does, grasp the ring,
Meeting the new day with a new approach,
Letting the sunset and the sunrise sing
Into my soul, and never dare to broach
The thought of doing otherwise. To poach
A phrase from elsewhere, I am what I am,
And so, as such, partly above reproach
And when reproached, I do not give a damn.
So I'll keep on, as I intend, and be
At least while all the world keeps up with me.
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