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
