The Last Leg

The final stretch is roughest.
A true test of character toughest.
The desire is to sit and quit,
But the best choice for all is the hardest.

Long days and longer nights,
So much time spent in cold room.
Under guise that what’s done
Will one day benefit someone.

Oft forgotten by the world
Until disease threatens humanity.
Then unceremoniously whirled
To the forefront in the calamity.

Yet to reach the point
Where one day my standpoint
Can mean more than letters,
Hard work must be done now
To remove all known errors.


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