The story not written

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The moment came and I had to choose,

Which of the futures would I lose?

Would I choose easy and with money content,

Or choose the harder and go with life augment?

The harder story I wrote and with trembling limbs,

I sang to myself reassuring hymns.

Taken with the idea of a glorious vision,

Not carrying about the worlds derision

The struggle long, hard and with doubts,

But one I could not live without.

My life was finished and I had won,

The peace in which I was first begun.

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