Though time never tarries for anyone,
I cannot outpace the shade I cast below.
even as I press forth on the long run.
Success, in its season, will surely show.

The battles of my past, so cleanly won,
outweigh the wasted time that life bestows.
Yet, I regret not a single deed I've done,
for what's ahead, only the Maker knows.

The mirror of my past remains intact;
a glance still shows a future shining bright.
Past experience and lessons compact,
to lift me to my greatest soaring height.

There's still some time to reconcile lost time,
if I but strive a little longer more.
No height will prove too daunting now to climb.
With steadfast success waiting at my door.