THERE is many a mile to cover
Before my day is done;
And many a challenge to cover
Till the dawn of each setting sun.

Tradition and breeding are buried
Beneath the deeds of each day—
And the greatness is in the doing
Whatever the game we play.

Life passes us by all too quickly;
My song has yet to be sung.
The bells yearn to chime, if deserved
How grandly they might have rung.

Will my clarion sing for its master;
Will God give me strength when I pray
Or will triumph turn to disaster
And my dreams turn to meaningless clay.

Is my strength to be found all about me
Is my life’s work meant to be where
My children, running to greet me
Their envied kiss to share.

Let not my ambition mock progress
Nor false pride hamper grandeur.
Let no conceit mark an action
Or my motive be dark and obscure.

Perfection is merely the goal
That none of us ever reach;
Yet wanting to get to the rainbow
Is the means thru which mankind must teach.

I contemplate my future
I inquire about my fate;
Is the dawn rising up to greet me
Or is evening closing too late?

Is immortality in me
Are seeds of worth to be sown
Will destiny leave me behind it
Or the world shed a tear of its own.

“Tis not for us to wonder—-
Being born, we must sometime die;
But by the fire that burns deep within me
I mean to give it a try.

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