We stand upon the edge of life
and search the track for sense,
itch of time is in night's pay,
the bell sounds recompense.
The willing start the journey soon,
with mission not yet known,
and in the deepest part of mind,
desire to learn is born.
Gloss of hope can be soon lost,
the gleam of distant truths,
no longer spring eternal;
for age has outlived youth.
So take the time to ponder well,
the path that you will walk,
life's mission takes some pondering,
to reap the best rewards.