Friday, August 3, 2012


A hundred miles is not far,
One pace at a time,
No mountain too big to move,
Just a series of stones.

Common place to presume,
We do so little in time,
What if it were added up,
These labors I rhyme?

Not all greatness is seen,
Heroes seldom know they are,
The wisest among us,
Speaks through actions.

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