And every path, Lo! a bend or curve,
Stray not, never say "Enough!"
Stay on, get off the rough!
Even when the path seems steep,
Every climb, a weary weep,
Keep on! never cease the leap!
Down the path, success. Your reap!
Even when the glow is gone,
Then, life's blow with scorn,
Never take a turn, "return", please shun!
After dark, then morn and the Sun,
Even when this poet, lies dead,
And all his words cannot be read,
Keep in mind, recall he said:
"Without tick heart, flour won't be bread".
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