MILES TO GO

Said a poet, " miles to go before I sleep"

When thought about this I; n into myself did peep;

Into a trans I went; into myself I then withdrew.

Felt like asking the Lord I, "when I die, will I have to rue"?

Pray I to Ahura, guide me please, show me the path right.

Lord, You know it all; but awfully short is my own sight.

The purpose of this life, do not know I, help me please.

Help me O Ahura kind, help me much before life does cease.

Armin Dutia Motashaw