Forever To Endeavor

There is a phrase of words be praised I’ve heard somewhere before; Down amongst the dirt and weeds Of things we most deplore. Which rob us of our rightful place In the shade of dignity and warm sun: “Forever to endeavor, Persevere and overcome.” It might have been a movie scene With Clint Eastwood as I recall Listening to a displaced Indian Recant their final fall. Dispensing with philosophy Of a life lived on the run: “Forever to endeavor, he said, Persevere and overcome.” Or perhaps another book I’ve read Or a whisper in the wind; Those words imbedded deep inside My memory, like good friends. Down in the brain beyond the strain Of races lost and won: “Forever to endeavor, they say, Persevere and overcome.” All the slings and arrows Once released upon us all; Sorrow and deceit caused by liars and cheats While struggling over mountains wide and tall. Bringing occasional relief but more often defeat As if trapped inside a spider web well spun: “Forever to endeavor, they say, Persevere and overcome.”