To fill so little time with so much life
To exhaust yourself unto the final breath
To give so much so generously and yet to
Yield so little of yourself
To always lope forward with great pace
To not clip daisies, never moving smooth
To lead the race unto the goal and yet to
Find the past the utter truth
To indulge so willingly in so much paradox
To brush so fervently against the grain
To suffer self and other twice and yet to
Be reconciled again