To go to work
To go to school
To do our things
Because we’ve made our promise
To continue no matter what
To contribute…no matter how small
So that our lives will be fulfilled
Since it’s been useful for ourselves and for others
‘Cause life is a journey, and we will not stop until we get to our destination
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.