No upward way I trod, just yet
But onward
Not into the heavens, a skyway trotting
The precious blue, the Royal Blue a’ calling
It is a place of dreams
It is a journey’s end; past the blue
Past golden clouds and silver linings
And those wishful things dreams are made of
But, I travel not upward for it’s not the end
My reward’s above but my life’s ahead
No downhill stoop I stumble
No falling lies before me
I gaze not down, for it’s not the ground
Should my eyes be set upon
That is no place for me
I love the sky above me
And the ground beneath my feet
But forward I trod; toward horizons I trudge
Beneath my reward and above my defeat
Until my life’s complete; until my life’s complete.
C.Gregory
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