My sense of duty, tarnished by the years so speeding by,
left me unprepared for when catastrophe came nigh.
I suffered more than I thought just; I could not find the hope
of ever climbing up from sorrow on this greasy slope.
When duty woke at last from slumber deep inside my breast,
I kept on slogging up the hill and trusted God knew best.
The journey isn't over and affliction still stands near,
but duty keeps me going with more confidence, less fear.
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