We have been told in teary times
Life is but a barren dream!
And the soul is buried in awe
For things bare not what they are
Should we sow our seeds in declining years
To reap what would not be there
And our souls crushed in despair?
Lives of great men jingles to our ears
We can birth our lives empyrean
And dissociate our foots from
The footprints on the sands of procrastination.