Effort
If it's true our days are numbered,
If it's true that they are few,
Live by guilt unencumbered,
To yourself you must hold true.
Like autumn leaves confronting frost,
Clinging is a futile chore,
Best before the struggle's lost,
To let your vivid colors roar.
Our lives, as well, are so restricted,
Just a drop in seas of time.
Don't by custom be constricted,
Reach instead for the sublime.
If your end by fate is driven,
If your end you can't contest,
Make sure your full effort's given,
Be certain you have tried your best.
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