of men who feared too much,
who saw too little in their time
to dream of more than they
might grasp in trembling hands
too scared to touch life’s chances
despite those others’ madness;
those daft old fools, dreaming
in the sleepless hours of days
not yet released from darkness
into dawn’s transforming light,
who turn like dew to greet the sun
and kissed by life's eternal fire
lift up and smile as fears expire.
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