------Endeavor for Success------


One day maybe I  can climb
to the top of a hill
and look out across the valleys
at all the small people
or perhaps wake up one morning
and say silently to myself
I wonder what the poor people are doing

Yet
by chance Is it possible 
tomorrow will come
there will be no mountains
and the weak will be strong
all people will rejoice
and the mist of our minds will have cleared

Still the quicksand of destiny 
disregards futile efforts
as all mankind struggles 
. 


R. Wayne Porter

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