When time hath come to all an end of thought,

beseech thy dreams and see what long lost naught,

as lives as bright as thousand suns flare red,

and yellow, orange hues as brides hath wed.

Death’s scythe hath ought to reach where times doth nay,

and courage fights to see the light of day,

determination true as maiden’s grace,

thus soars as high as stars have dare to praise.

‘Tis is my mind as wide as meadows reach,

the youth of children, listen to my speech!

No force could stop an evermoving train

of thought and dare and pride and knowledge gain.

So as I stand here in my field of awe,

don't lecture me! And take these words as raw.