If at once, you judge him well

and count the curse, without the veil

You would know, in times he failed

Without a verse, without a sail

Then I had heard, him say at last

This is no life, there is no mast

I have no point, I have no caste

For what is life, without a past

But here too he was wrong as all

Life is not a slow-rolling ball

It’s fast and free without a wall

And doesn’t care if you have crawled

So why not stand and face it first

Without a verse, fighting your curse

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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.