They didn’t start outwith intent
To shatter every untoldmark,
To set a new goal toattain,
To reach the crest ofEverest,
To pass the dark side orthe moon
And go beyond the Sun andstars.
But somewhere there alongthe way
Someone took notice oftheir deed,
Pointed toward a loftygoal
And set a process in itsplace.
It became like Joltin’Joe
Clipping fast to fiftysix,
Or Ripken’s ironmanmarathon
As he reached theunreachable.
No one claimed that itwas easy.
No one said there’d be nopain.
No one even saw itcoming,
Just a happyhappenstance.
Was it from a childhooddream?
Was it even in theirplan?
Only one thing is forcertain.
When asked,
The answer,
“Yes, I can.”