Incipere
Destiny manifests a daily path,
shattered dreams, ungodly wrath.
Facing forward, but looking back,
suspect happenings a given fact.
Achieving a semblance of personal pride,
don't measure the distance, measure the stride.
The mark of a man is a mysterious thing,
don't grasp at straws, reach for the ring.
Seek out your niche, and do it with grace,
it matters only how you ran the race.
Sacrifices made, decisions are done,
who can tell if truly you won.
With threads of time, a tapestry we weave,
anything you desire, it's yours to achieve!
Copyright © Gordon Stahlsmith | Year Posted 2005
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