The Work Goes On

The things I’ve missed when I did count the greatest and the least,

Would fill the hearts and souls of those whose lives long went before,

While standing on the bricks they’ve laid,

I failed to see their feet,

For they all walked untrodden paths,

Impossible to see,

And surely opened many a door,

Yet never had a key.

This is for those who long refused the word impossible,

Nor let the drawing of the line ere count against their soul.

-Albert Turner Goins