There be toils aplenty in this life
For
which the wary may prepare.
Like
when your Mom warned you
To
be sure and wear clean underwear.
Like
saving for that rainy day
When
rations ferret short supply,
Or
soldiers never questioning
Why
they must keep their powder dry.
Paths
grow feet,
And
streams bend swift
To
seek the seas of distant lands,
And
Perseus must watchful be
With
sturdy sword and shield in hand.
And
every child of every child
Must
listen to the zephyr winds
To
learn the truth of nature’s call
And
know the seeds where day begins.
Wouldst
in twilight bold advance,
Or
in the eyes of darkness stare
Without
the prudence of a plan?
Without
the forethought to prepare?
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