Youth is to wake to an uncertain World
\nWhere every step that’s trod is to be free
\nNow he, with bowls and she, with grey hair curled,
\nHave everything yet lack spontaneity.<\/p>\n
The male equivocates to help
\nThe damsel in distress.
\nDo other species bare their teeth
\nTo show their happiness?<\/p>\n
She created a World and he entered in
\nneither were kind to themselves to begn,
\nWhy leave your tears to the very end?
\nbetter to finish than start as a friend.<\/p>\n
When the going gets rough
\nThe strong get tough,
\nThe weak they can’t afford
\nGo overboard.<\/p>\n
The instant response to things
\nBoth brave and true still rings,
\nThough triumph disappears
\nAlong the years.<\/p>\n
And when beset by doubt
\nBe courageous, make a din
\nNot to mourn the going out
\nBut to celebrate the coming in.<\/p>\n
As the creeping nights grow long and dark
\nKeep tight hold of what will sustain
\nA recall of high water mark-
\nAnd the horizon light again.<\/p>\n
May 1996<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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