December 22: Setback and Forth

And endless litany of work demands
That’s followed by the thrill of voicing song
With cherished friends and those with gifted hands,
Then followed by new music in a throng,

Supplanted then by comprehensive mope,
Upon deliverance of lousy news
About a thing for which I’d dare to hope,
Yet gentle hugs frustrations can defuse.

Discouraged, sad, and tired though I may be,
My last work day is scheduled for tomorrow
Before few precious days of liberty-
To think on that will soften any sorrow.

Tomorrow, I shall sacred songs employ.
Though glad of comfort, I hold hope for joy.

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