At least we cherish
At least we know, divine
At least we escape done with a pariah
At least we paid attention to all and time

At most
The truth of a frugal liberty
Established with older reasons, if not duty to a host
Proof is in the hunch, you seek; a rue to integrity

At means
The tact of real enough shade, for a quietness today
Like a shared eye with spare certainty's seen
The courage to make time with a resolve of any

At method
With their common packages and paces of just
The fate of facts, to invent the words of God
With the will of peace's wish, are we that we are, must?

At must
In the hands of each and other, wise, the cares of poise
Precisely adding the order and credulity of us
In the idea of sincerity we make; isn't freedom a choice?

At need
Call of youth, entering the charisma of patience
Succinct tales we never ventured, without a heed
For a spoken chance, at what will be, a loan of age...