At that moment I stood alone,
My world exploded into fears,
Memory rummaged for a tone
Through tiers of unrelenting years;
My search a pedal desolate,
Engaged the clutch of circumstance,
To find all incidents relate -
And not the throw of dice by chance;
I will not with tears stain my face,
Nor moan or utter cries of woe -
For strife and struggle is life's mace
That makes a victor with each blow.
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