tender feet do follow the path, <br />of decisions choice and the aftermath, <br />we stumble through life, on collision course, <br />following the river, right from source, <br />the obstacle next, we have to leap, <br />using knowledge learnt, and friendships keep, <br />sometimes we draw short and fall, <br />but we get back and climb that wall, <br />in life you must stand on your own two feet, <br />tall and proud no matter the heat, <br />follow life to the best you can, <br />these are the last words of a dying man, <br />keep strong the faith within one's heart, <br />make the best of life and love before you depart, <br />and then sleep forever more in the thought, <br />you did the best and more than you ought, <br />because could your conscience be at rest, <br />if your final thoughts are: did i do my best?<br /><br />Phil Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-clean-guilty-conscience/
