Advancing Point of the Spear By J. Randal Matheny He lives his small routine, Day in, day out, serene, No step awry, He keeps feet dry, He sees the always seen. He eats the self-same meal, Potatoes, bread, and veal, No custard pie Hell ever try, He keeps an even keel. At six he rises from bed, At ten he pillows his head, He varies none From sun to sun — One day hell wake up dead. God save me from the fear Of wandering far from here, Let me behave As bold and brave — Advancing point of the spear. Too short is life by half, To cower from goof and gaffe, Afraid to fail, Too timid to sail, Too dour to love and laugh. This life should never lull, And neer an hour be dull — Of tears and joys, Of tools and toys Let heart and hands be full. — ‹‹«»›› — Im not going to reveal the person who inspired the first three stanzas. Poor guy! Ive embellished it, obviously, but he doesnt seem to want to consider anything outside his safe little box. May we be inspired to do differently, and shine to a world in need of shaking up. Brightly, - J. Randal Matheny edits and writes UPLift, an inspirational ezine. He may be contacted here: . When reprinting this material, please include the following: Copyright (c) 2013 J. Randal Matheny All rights reserved. You may forward the email to friends as is. You may not alter it in any way or remove any text or attributions.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 11:49:24 +0000
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