It’s certainly a gratifying thing,

To bring a mighty challenge to its knees,

To chart an unknown course, make a brain sing

Some difficult tunes. The soul’s mirror sees

The jump into this raging river as

A torrent conquered. The calendar keeps

Moving, leaden foot upon the gas,

And challenging the mind to make these leaps

Into the wake, pulled along, writing down

Word after word, line after line, until

The last day comes. But the finishers crown

Only themselves, completion is the thrill

What difficulty lies ahead, the tough

Job left is dealing with this nasty stuff