Poem:

I took one step it was not good;

The second was but merely fair;

The third was not I thought it would,

Although I did so with some care.

The fourth I figured it to be

Enough to let my spirit leap,

Considering my agility

To let my genuine purpose keep;

But with the fifth, I felt some vigor,

Not just the emptiness of rigor,

Then I thought, should I have taken

Far longer strides enough to let

My true endeavor to awaken

That I might sooner try to get

The goal that seems so far, forsaken?  

Likewise, life can be no fun 

With little steps that do no more 

Than leaving nothing fully done,  

With no fulfillment set in store;

One step or more suffices not,

To reach ones ever-cherished goal,

But longer strides that count a lot, 

Quickening the spirit and the soul.