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The making of anything responds to goals that you seek - a poem. |
| Forgetting the grittiest, Most dedicated displays, The fattening of goals shower us With their vaunted glamour... The passing era portends How the mitts of consciousness Will be escaped altogether... The calendar does not fail, Nor does it afford the limit prescribed By welcome business And economic strategists - Lying about the saltiness Of disorderly distress Shall never replace the vehemence Of interminable will; Without the justice of scientific ventures Placing concern and poise In their contented scepter, The visible respect will be owed Through the grafting Of vociferous and time-tested wills. |