The Procession

Don’t let it be said you were lagging behind,

     No matter what may be your calling;

Try not to be numbered my brothers amongst

     The ones who are constantly falling.

Just get into step and march to the front,

     Whatever your trade or profession;

You’ll surely be lost in the ages that were

     Unless you keep in the procession.

Sometimes it is hard to keep the swift gait,

     When hampered by stress and by worry;

The world now treads with a march that is forced,

     And so it’s essential to hurry.

No stopping to halt and no orders to “halt”,

     Not even a moment’s digression;

E’en up to the end, in the last long ride,

     You’ve got to keep in the procession.

April 13, ‘09