To keep on trying to live well
Is in itself a daring feat,
For we'll all leave the human shell
When our death we meet.
To make a stand and face the day
With all its wearisome tasks.
Requires a real man in a way
Strong, determined, and unmasked.
Number of years do not weigh
How well our days were spent,
But how well we lived, that will say
What our lives really meant.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~11.15.14
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