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Of Upper Lips
Of Upper Lips
Now at last the worst has happened,
disaster swoops, my will to sap and
drain me of all hope to win;
so low am I my head’s aspin.
Yet my mood is not downhearted,
I feel better than when I started,
my burdens fade and fall away,
much brighter now the coming day.
You see as I have reached the nadir,
ill fortune serves to make me hardier
and I rejoice, am certain sure,
tomorrow brings my wondrous cure.
For now that I have reached the deepest
and may indeed seem done and weakest,
directional choice I have but one
and that is upward - and I shall run!
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Rhymed quatrains aabb
For PromptMaster! Week 1 Task Prompt
Prompt: Write about disappointment or sadness that reads strangely cheerful or upbeat.
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