From The Fog of Youth Hugo Rutherfurd
As I sit and contemplate I gaze upon my hand And think of that which has come and gone, I wonder if I’ll stand. As the chatter of my mind quits on the shore I think of her, The only one I’ve ever loved before. All those times I thought to fight I know now was the fog of youth, I know now to strive for light To love all and speak the truth. Now a lonely bead of sweat trickles from my brow, The once proud head so often crown’d Has learned to set pride aside and bow, And in response to humility, many people I did confound But as for that the most important lesson of my life In all trials, do not only contend, No matter the odds, challenges, and strife: To stay to the last and bitter end.
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