Thursday, January 11, 2007

Practice

Though studious of ease,

fond of simple things,

and prizer of the sweets of Life,

I count many sleepless nights

and plenty of days of strife.

I rest, I wake, I drink, I sometimes love.

I fight, I have plenty of days of strife.

I build, I read, I write, I settle, I rove.

Content to live, content to die unknown.

Lord of myself, accountable to none.