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The waiting is over.

The ax fell.

Taking those friends

I knew so well.



I was spared

For another day,

To live with the loss

Of those gone away.



I pick up shattered pieces

Of my fractured shell.

Press on with work at hand

Until the quitting bell.



I trudge to my car

Giving thanks on high,

Here by the grace of God

Am I.



I will carry on;

New friends will I make

Until the axman comes again

For me or my friends to take.