One thing is done
Another looms
Yet another stands behind it
Still another lurks
And another
And another
And another
Far past how far I can see
How many more are for me to do
How many more are for me to face
Something mightier than sword in hand
And dash away with many strokes
If I do not do them
Another perhaps will
And that other will benefit
And I will not
And mine will not
And I will not
Allow such a thing to be
I sharpen what I have in hand
Dip it again in mindblood yet to be spilled
And flail about
Hoping that some of the strokes will land truly
The path they carve a good one
As other things continue to come on
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