Doing is daring and daring
Is sometime an arrow in the bone

That creaks and skin runs apart
And stitches of fortitude don't dethaw forthwith!

The light you had will give you
Only shades and shadows of my souvenir

And your own mural will be despicable
Though you don't cower to see it!

If the leg of the compass doesn't work
When you struggle for diagrams,

Add to its its pivotal part and doodle
On sands then iimages will dance!