Into The Wind

Four men stand at water’s edge peering into the wind.

The man who cringes, cowers, and cries before the tempest.
When he dies they sing of frailty, of sorrow, of pity.

The man who rails, fumes, and tilts against the gale.
When he dies they sing of comedy, of tragedy, of farce.

The man who builds the walls to protect the others.
When he dies they sing of wisdom, of kindness, of grace.

The man who builds the boat to sail into the storm.
When he dies they sing of spirit, of courage, of glory.

Each morn we rise and decide which man today.
When we die they count the days, and sing.

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