Die empty, my eldest son—test your gifts.
Each strength that God dealt—work before it drifts.
Realize your due potential, you must.
Reach high, far, and wide until you gain thrust.
I write this in hope that you wil heed me.
Chase your purpose until it waves clearly.
Keep questing—you cannot exist merely.
© 2018 Sylvia aka Sincere Scribe™
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