Purpose is painful
Knowledge is good
But knowledge with purpose is profitable
If experience could be bought I would have paid the price once and for good
I have been around the scene
With Autumn, Winter, and Spring I have been
The withering of my rotting nature The freezing of my patience
And."he blossoming of my promise my eyes have seen. Now I stand before the mirror of my reflection
My face tells my story
I take corrective action:
I wipe away with whitest handkerchief the wrinkles that map out my face And the bitterness of their trace I bury with supernatural ointment;
I square up my shoulders and wash my smile with glow What is in the world is good for the sharing
What's inside is mine alone to grow.
O! There goes the dreams of my yester-night
Empty handed I must step into the summer of the prolongation of my daylight
For this Christmas my baby's reborn
And this New Year's Day he steps afresh into purpose.
