Essays in Success – 3

There is a stealing kind of day
That takes your heart and wrings it dry;
There is an echo on the sea
Of all the “what’s” that have no “why” —

There is a time in all our lives
When we must face that fact that we
Will never see the life we dreamed,
Or know love based in

Honesty

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