P reparing for work, my uniform blue.
A ligning heart and mind to things ahead.
R eworking puzzles, things that I can do.
A voiding mistakes, fending off the dead.
M any times past, I've knocked at heavens door,
E ntrusting souls that no longer held life.
D istressed and hurting, could I have done more?
I nsisting industry, sadness so rife.
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