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