You can’t but climb the slopes to reach the height
Of your ambition on top of the hill
Mounting be adamant and keep your flight
Your task is hard lad it needs a strong will
Hence begin drilling from the well of time
The wisdom left by the sages of old
To have the feather for your flight by rhyme
And be a star like Venus in the fold
Success is not a gift given gratis
But the fruit of labor along the years
E’er be alert lad and ne’er be careless
God will bless you keep your faith and prayers
Remember lad when on top of the hill
Your task has been finished by your strong will
4/2003