Action
Photo by Kid Circus on Unsplash RESOLVED, I must up and act Rave against this inaction Why must I rust in waiting? An eternity of rest is coming. How can I be idle? Strive for what is mine I must For none shall render it to me But I with my calloused hands Grab it in my stride to keep Ever the rapid hours go by Without a pause And with them I must grind Till I’m spent and ragged I cannot quite down, but Like the wind and the tide I too must roar and pound Asleep, awake, by day or night Time speeds by on light wing The tide of destiny swings as ever And around the idle it bends For with hands is it ever carved How then can I be idle? It matters not that I fail at it I am but spent upon a worthy cause Not rusted with a vile repose Waiting for naught but the grave Where worms shall feast upon Flesh and bone long preserved And all chance for action is beyond Recall or desire. You reap not where you sow not