Tumbler

Pain, pleasure's brother
Sanity in sight of loss
Duty driven and forgiven
Truth impervious
To moss

Ineptly qualified
Gap too awful wide
Having cried like any bride
Regretting attempts
Only tried

The will to surrender
Golden fleece in fist
Anthem sung, bronze bell rung
Relinquishes hold to last
Breath of my lung

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