Loss or gain
Tides high or low
Life proceeds and
Clouds or moon glow
Will not cause stop
Enemies or friends
Remembered or naught
Broken or on the mend
Heal and continue
To the very end
The great equalizer
No rules to bend
Dust will be dust
Color does not matter
Nor titles or surnames
That once would flatter
No take backs or healing
All chances are over
Like a racehorse broken
In a field green with clover
No more glory
There is no fame
Forgotten by the masses
Like last year’s big game
While we are moving
Is the time for action
Life’s gift is whole
Treat not like a fraction
Work needs to continue
On a full-time basis
Excuses don’t count
Results make your cases
Pride is personal
Humility has its place
When you give your all
There is no disgrace
Stanski
January 19, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 