UPSTREAM

by: Author Unknown

The easy roads are crowded, and
The level roads are jammed.
The pleasant little rivers
With the drifting folks are crammed.

But off yonder where its it's rocky,
Where you get the better view
You will find the ranks are thinning,
And the travelers are few.

Where the goig's smooth and pleasant
You will always find the throng,
For the many - more's the pity
Seem to like to drift along.

But the steeps that call for courage
And the task that's hard to do
In the end results in glory
For the never wavering few!

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