</>A trying man is dying <br />a shadow in Suns gleery noon <br />fallen on his sword <br />supprised to be stunned <br />shocked in his moment he stopped <br /> <br />Again strummed deep <br />the heat of his heart <br />begun and begins to beat <br />a trust in what thrusts a heart to lust <br />that shows hes tough <br />insane to think its through <br />sometimes a dyeing man keeps trying <br /> <br />busy being born <br />then duty blows its horn <br />his torn by many thorns <br />so he seeks from his fathers feet <br />and thinks there and forever for <br /> <br />we can do whats not been done <br />we can win whats never been won <br />never dwell on why we would quit <br />for prosper to what we seek fit <br />not to be influenced, but to be inspired <br />lets all just keep trying<br /><br />Rob Francis Parsons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-published-for-2012-diary/
