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Dawn found me hard slogging, answered the call,
Dream now of strength I had early this morn.
Motivation deserted; gone AWOL,
Find spirit is tattered, shredded and torn.

Not made of metal, so much I can stand,
Fifty four long years have taken their toll.
Know I’ll awaken refreshed and feel grand,
Cycles of melancholy are quite droll.

Eye droop in fatigue, no fight left in me;
Birdsong at evening is twilight delight.
Reduced to dull drone where once was queen bee,
Slanted sun’s rays gently kiss me goodnight.

I cede today’s battle but not the war,
Pugilistic tomorrow’s where I’ll spar.