As I stand and look on high
To pathways etched against the sky
I know there is yet room to grow
And so much more that I could know.
Although I've traveled many miles
Through years of troubles, tears and trials
There is so much left to do,
As if I've started over new,
Each day, beginning, once again,
No different now than it was when
My years were young and I was strong,
To climb the heights for which I long.
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