Good luck today
To those
Who
Take the road unto their friend,
Embracing pain
Until the end,
And making profit
From it
For such charity
As carries them to raise it.
All in their sporting best,
Or fancy dress
That wears them better
Than the bitter
Chill of London Town,
Whose crowds propel
Them on
When will
Prepares to
Leave their feet.
And all around the cobbles
They will dash
Or hobble,
Walk and talk,
And take heart
From the strangers met
And gain respect
From friends they’ve know for years
Who feared for them.
And that old town
Will guide them round
The glory of its past
And present trends
Up to the end,
Where thanks will fall
From all who benefit
Or watch it
In awe
And admiration.
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