The hour comes today,
We say good-bye,
To this year’s last light.
The sun sets,
We can hope we did some good,
Yet, we know this is not our way.
Should we lament the change that tears our fiber?
Should we quell the acts that give us pain?
We await another voice.
O Abraham, let your son trumpets his horn,
There is a false prophet in the land,
And, his deeds must tumble.
A commitment to excellence and exceptionalism,
Work, sacrifice, perseverance, selflessness,
Respect for our way of life.
This is the toll,
To achieve our goals,
So the wise Man said.
No whining, no whimpers,
No lying, no deceit,
No generational parasites, no billionaires prophesying.
To achieve success,
Whatever the job,
We must all pay the price.
Remember, The sun also rises.
L. S. Schneiderman
Monday, January 2, 2012
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