Rise Up

Rise up, young man, your childish days have passed
Long fallen closed behind you is the womb
Your final destiny approaches fast,
A fate which draws you far beyond the Tomb

And on that nearing day will be required
Of all your fleeting moments, give account
For not by your own force were you inspired
But something higher, vastly paramount

So lean into the yoke, and damn your pain
So many furrows lie still yet unplowed
The world is to be lost but your soul gained
With hands kept busy, thoughtful head kept bowed

Today, the briefest mourning for the boy
And then the work of manhood to enjoy