Updated: Jan 1, 2019

The mountains I cannot move

Would have all my time

And every ounce of my ingenuity

The stars I cannot reach

Would have my heart anyway

The dreams I cannot see

Would have me living another


All my impossible goals

Would have ahold of my fate

To twist their way,

But I would be a man

By my own hand.

I hug the earth,

Grasping my plow firmly,

Straightening my back

And forging forth

Upon a conquest of everyday

It is enough for me.

PS. This is one of my favorite poems from...

...and is a perfect New Year's Wish for everyone!

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