Deep within us each,

Almost beyond reach

There is that which we wish we were

And that which we could be;

That which we are

And that which none can see;

That which we hide from view

And that which we show but to a trusted few.

The warrior, the poet,

The sweet girls who know it,

The hero, the brave,

The too willing slave,

None of us are all good and none all bed,

We are more then any of these.

We are the sun and the moon and the stars at noon

And the wind in the willow trees

And when at last dark shadows fall

And the test of time, which takes us all,

Has warn bare our shouldered mantle,

There in proud and honored parade

Shall be the true soul who loved and saved

Those few and lovely, precious things

That so enthralls the sleep time brings.

That each of us in our own time

Will face life's challenge,

line by line

And within our own true heart of hearts,

Shall be more then the sum of all our parts.

~Robert E Browne~