Love's Labor Lost

This is a very long sentence, wrapped down the page. It might take more than one reading to make sense.
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Love's Labor Lost

I've labored, striven, bungled, idled, hoped,
Despaired, persisted, scored and missed—and now,
Reflecting on my life, I see the trail
Of labors lost or fruitful, much like seeds
Or shoots or saplings planted once with hope
And tended, watered, fussed about and yet
Now sadly lying withered, ravaged, strewn
Or blown away completely—save for one
That still is bearing leaves and even fruits—
And on this one remaining rest my hopes,
As might a parent's on the child that's left
From all the storms that blew away the rest.

2018, around February 20th 
Brooklyn, New York