If tomorrow should come
I would like it to find me unafraid,
Willing to take my thousand blows,
To land just one of my own.
I will
not bow my knees
With the face of death,
Rather I'll stand ready, teethe gritted,
Fists clenched, prepared to fight her.
I have
seen the children cower and break
'neath the load they bear,
And fall in the arms of death. Eventually,
She'll take me, but it won't be easy.
If
tomorrow comes, I'll not be ashamed,
To set my eyes to the heavens,
I'll be reaching up,
To take hold of a star.
By Errol W. Angus
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