Come Sun shine warm on them and me
Here who on this earth do toil
Hope from your heights you can us see?
For the mist is heavenly heavy a foil
The eyes can now only the present see
The heart is duty bound royal
Problems and hurdles sure to be.....
Each must with brave hearts walk on gravel!
Rough the terrain almost unseen
Under the winter white coat hidden
Perhaps thorns too have this way been
Pricking the boots of men whose duty was well done! !
Staunch and stoic and unchanging.......
Heartless and artless gibberish all the way
The sparrow going extinct in cellphones ringing......
What can of the changing world pleasant say?
Rogues and rags darkly common
The brave hearts NOT SO UNCOMMON!
I shall thoughts speak out right on
join us active working......join on! ! ! ! !
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