Doubt has often behind me crept.
Creeping to attacking its leapt.
Thru headwind gales I lean, each day.
Up every hill & round each way.
It’s like climbing up oily walls.
It’s like sipping from waterfalls.
Yet, my gumption is stronger still.
Nourished only by hope & will.
To my commitments, I am tied.
My final words should be “I tried”.

