I dare to reach
For Stars
The Gold Ring
I constantly thought
I could succeed
Could find peace
I struggled with
The Past
Worried about
The Present
And at times
feared The Future
Though I could
get all I ever wanted
And I Will..
It’s Peace that
I have sought for
Chased down
Fought for
Worked for
And the final
Thing that makes
The rest worth
Having.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe