An Aim
Give me a man who says,
“I will do something well,
And make the fleeting days
A story of labor tell.”
Though the aim he has be small,
It is better than none at all;
With something to do the whole year through,
He will not stumble at all.
Better to strive and climb
And never reach the goal
Than to glide along with time
An aimless, worthless soul.
Aye, better to climb and fall,
And sow, though the yield be small,
Than to throw away, day after day,
And never strive at all.
By Author Unknown
Give me a man who says,
“I will do something well,
And make the fleeting days
A story of labor tell.”
Though the aim he has be small,
It is better than none at all;
With something to do the whole year through,
He will not stumble at all.
Better to strive and climb
And never reach the goal
Than to glide along with time
An aimless, worthless soul.
Aye, better to climb and fall,
And sow, though the yield be small,
Than to throw away, day after day,
And never strive at all.
By Author Unknown
