Sunday, September 28, 2014

Ordain

I am not sure I have the words to say
How proud I am, how much you have deserved,
Or how well you have done along the way.
For every mile that the road has curved
You have turned with it, covered every foot,
And done all that is asked of you and more.
The thought of all the distance passed should put
A smile on your face fixed hard and sure
As it does mine. Each trial passed and bested
Is but a brick to build what you've achieved;
The times you might have thought progress arrested
Or been by sorer fates troubled or grieved
Are now your bygones, and by going by
Have made the now. I hope you're glad as I.