Let me but live my life from year to year
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past , nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays it's toll
To youth and age , and travels on with cheer.
So let the way wind up the hill or down ,
O'er rough or smooth , the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy ,
New friendship , high adventure , and a crown ,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the roads last turn will be the best.
By : Ankit V pandey