Some men train their bodies well,
Have so such muscular tone,
Have such inward strength of bone,
Fame then comes to briefly dwell,
Because of physic alone.
Some men develop their mind,
Have a grasp of tongues of old,
Have mathematics in their hold,
Fame visits; leaves them behind
In its search for brains more bold.
Few men make soul growth a goal,
Have a hungering for God,
Have a craving for His nod,
To Him daily bring their soul,
Seek no fame – and are thought odd. -eab, 12/14/07
written in Westfield, Indiana
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