At wits end cries the mind,
Purpose unknown.
The earth craves the flesh,
And heaven the soul.
But wait!
I am not yet due.
Shadow of my being, despair not.
Life ‘tis a beast to be tamed.
Fear, hatred. Tooth, claw.
Stand firm, render powerless;
Transform and channel
Me through you.
Behold! In awe
And discover sweat, blood, tears.
Labour sculpts the body;
Anguish, the character.
Though both shall death claim:
For you are naught
But what you leave behind.
A life without legacy is no life at all.
Toil, toil until your last,
Lest old age of your regrets remind.
