Gold be won, be lost, on time
Yet a plumber plucks his due
Bold your manner, not the mould
and surrender when lose:
No time is given, all time be bought
You must feed to heed
and may reap low pay
Take the lead
Long be the shadows of hate
as be the pleasure of gold
Long be the worry in town
as be the honour of gown
Go for gold
Wake each morn
dare not to mourn
Bake each meal
dare on to heal
For in its fullness, dear trudger
time, same time, will
deal you the heal
cut through their hill
and hand you sure deal
The heal this time be solid gold
I got this challenge from Nairobi, Kenya. How can we dare in a daring world? My answer: How can we not DARE in a world of permanent daring? I don't know how not to dare! Know it or not, we are all in the life of daring. Play it or not, we are stuck in the game of darers. So, do bother.
As for me, count all you can, dare me to mount, and I'm game anyday. Is daring risk, risky or risking? Hey, who's asking....just hear the Sage: Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
In making and building a better world, we must hear-tear-n-bear. The Sage to all FEARERS: No risk, no reward!
Still asking? I'm off!
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