Posted by wfosterwelborn
When a man has traveled far places,
Leaving footsteps on foreign land and distant shores.
When he has walked over lofty rugged mountains,
Wandered his valleys and fished his many streams.
When he has sown his seed, nurtured his offspring,
Spoken his thoughts and satisfied his thirst for knowledge.
When he has fought his battles, ran his life’s long races,
Feels his flame grow dimmer and the horizons of his vision weaken.
When dreams fade and hopes are but a study in futility,
And he no longer does for himself, but must rely upon others.
Growing older, feeling weaker,
Lapsing into periods away from reality — —
Feeling less and less like a man.