To get to the world of thy desires
Fully must thee exert thy potentials
–Nothing changes unless thee do–
To seat and whine with not a glide
Though a long stay, maketh no stride.

For the world must this fact know–
On the shoulders of today
Resteth, the future of tomorrow:
Life is not by the length of years,
Rather by the impart of the days.
And the achievements of each day,
Will be reckoned on future days.

Each wake should increase thy fame,
For thy art -today- becomes thy name.
But to leave the world by history unknown,
Is the greatest offence to history known.