When with age my old muzzle grows grey
When my limbs burn with pain and they stiffen
I will pause by the Wilderness Way
For in Nature's great book it is written:
That the strongest shall rule and not die,
And that power is there for the taking!
A young buck at the lead shall then cry,
When my soul with the moon passes by.
Copyright© by Mark W. Vance
December 1973