yet holding on.,.

of the black night from pole to pole,
i thank GOD for my unconquerable soul,
in the fell clutch of circumstance, inever cried loud,
under the bludgeonings of chances, my bloody head is yet unbowed,
beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of shade,
yet the menace of years, finds out and find me unafraid,
its never about what am going through,
what matter more are the miseries around,
i have had to stand alone in the crew ( and not befallen ) to look after
the colours all around.,.