Stand Up


Stand grateful for each passing day

Who knows what comes tomorrow

For each day is a fleeting gift

May it bring joy or sorrow


Stand up to mans opression

Rebuke the tyrants will

Hide you not on your journey

Seek the top of the hill


Cede not fear be controller

Let not worry be a crown

When life’s journey should aggrieve you

Think more up less of down.


 P.J. Brennan


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