The Way Up

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The Way Up

The hopes in life that gained by strife,
are measured by the rule.
Not in a thumb, of what will become'
the happiness of a fool.

For as a goal, set down to know
that friction causes heat.
can make one strong, while all along,
give worth upon the feat;

yet struggle in not works just reward,
as one day seen as true;
comes hopes fullfilled, with constant care;
and not the wrecklessness to lose;

So in the End, begin again,
to expand the road before.
thus as life passes and, hope prevails;
to set success at you door.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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