Note that my poem expresses that while my share of the debt is high, AND we're at war, AND we essentially have no allies, the future looks bleak. Solve even one of those problems, and the future becomes encouraging.

Of course, the more we could solve, the better, IMO; but solving even one would be positive progress. Thus, I personally add:

until ($solved) {
   $self{gripe}--;
   $self{work}++;
}
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