I shall but all that there is to be For though has cast me as a tree Not a part that doth me fair just Forsake the decision this I must Final now this witching hour Cast aside my bed and shower Into the depths I plunge my self Bypass all I have in wealth Keep this lesson in my mind Fulfillment is what I shall find 


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.