George Howard (14.02.53 / Pontefract (Broken Bridge) , UK)
If time does catch you by the elbow, do you turn?
No! Cast your mind onto the sea of future.
Set sail for unknown ports, across life's oceans.
Be not afraid of what's left behind! Face the beast Present.
Listen carefully, to hear the secret, the secret sought by many,
The secret captured by few.
The way is strewn with the souls of ‘turned' men.
Falter not, across the abyss of failure, for to fail, is but to start again!
And to start again, is to live! To fail and turn, is to die,
To die in a state of eternal limbo, without knowing.
And when you cross swords with, ‘if only', or ‘but', strike them down!
For they are your enemies! They plant the seeds of doubt, in fragile minds.
Gird your armour, built of faith and hope and past failings.
Take up your lance of knowledge and mount your steed, Endeavour.
Ride forth across the plains of adventure,
Stop for no man!
Stop for no thing!
Live this way and you may truly live!
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