Look not to the past to find your worth, your yet to be is where it lies.


When intellects by force quiesce
And thoughts drift to leaden rest
Nothing under heaven is worth less
Than watching yourself become depressed.
Alleviate your self-made stress
By acknowledging that you are blessed.

Work does not define the whole of man,
Does not control how tall he stands
He can only do that which he can
Which is all his Creator demands
Since manhood's toil ever began -
The worth of his own two hands.

Look not to the past to find your worth,
Your yet to be is where it lies.
It has been this way since your birth,
Each new days brings it own surprise.
You are a unique gem in all the earth,
Gird your loins and lift your eyes.

Nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel
Perseverance is worth more than chance.
By tilling the soil with labor you reveal
What may have escaped a casual glance.
You can only reach a personal ideal
If your motivations you are willing to advance.

Poetry by Reilley
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Written on 2009-03-11 at 17:01

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Kathy Lockhart
wonderfully uplifting! I appreciate the message; it's value is without measure. : ) bkmrkd.