There should have been a time for us
Who gaze at distant stars-
Or specks on the horizon
And wonder what they are.
For those of us who go and see
Life's sorrow and it's smiles
And leave their tracks upon uncharted-
Plains, which stretch for miles.
There should have been a time; when we-
Who hear the distant drum-
Which calls us to adventure
And bids us rise, and "Come!"-
Were recognized for what we are
The conscience of our age-
Who grasp the meaning of our world
And write it on a page-
Our warnings, like Cassandra's-
Will all unheeded be-
Till others rise to take the place
Of bards like you and me.
And so it is and so it goes-
All dreamers seem to fail-
For I have written, you have read
Thus goes the traveler's tale.