I can not say that in this life
I've conquered every hill;
Nor can I think of any time
When life has sent no ill.
I can not say that all I've done
Has gone the way I've planned;
Nor can I give a single proof
Of Utopias I have planned.
I can not tell of many riches,
My fortune does include;
Nor can I name a lover,
Who with my charms I've wooed.
I can not sail an ocean,
Defying every storm;
Nor can I fly like birds,
Whose wings are never worn.
But I can tie a knot,
And make it stay in place;
And I can make for Halloween,
A mighty horrid face.
Oh, I can throw a stone in air,
And make it land on target;
And I can bargain with the best
In the village market.
Oh, I can find the fishing holes,
Where the big ones are;
And I can carve a wooden knife
With little flaw or mar.
Oh, I can do a hundred things,
That no one else can do;
And I can teach those things to others,
So they can do them too.
- G. Mark Trimble
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