I have walked
Whatever path alone
Forged ahead
No matter what
Emotions not ever betraying
My stern face
Lately, I have made
A pleasant discovery
It sort of
Crept up on me
To always be alone
Is not
Who I have to be
To bend; accept help
Is to develop
A trust
Not to be like
An old machine
That gradually
Submits
To
Rust
- The Lonely Lumberjack
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