FORWARD NOT BACKWARD

We came, here on the earth, and,

Are surrounded with, manifold moves;

With them to fight, we boldly stand,

Very few we get, and a lot we lose;

Nevertheless, hold firm, till the End,

Not are we to flee, but to stand.

Here is a light, but only, for a short span,

Remaining in nothing, in dense of dark;

The goal increases, as much we ran,

Time strikes us, strong and stark;

But man means, not to yield,

Better are hours, in fighting the field.

Life sometimes, on occasions, seems fun,

When the race, given to us, not fully run;

Though many flowed, in Time’s sway,

Still are remembered, who firmly did stay;

The man of will, by Time are flowered,

Who traveled forward, not backward.