WRITTEN TO: ROGER DALE COFFMAN, SR. UPON HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION
BY: SIS. SANDERS – YEAR 1965 – TULSA, OK
Your first duty in life is toward yourself. So live that the man you ought to be may, in his time, be possible, be actual. Far away in the years he is awaiting his turn. His body, his brain, his soul, are in your boyish hands. He cannot help himself. What will you leave for him? Will it be a brain unspoiled by lust or dissipation, a mind trained to think and act, a nervous system, true as a dial in its response to the truth about you? Will you, boy, let him come as a man among men in his time? Or will you throw way his inheritance before he hath had the chance to touch it? Will you turn over to a brain distorted, a mind diseased, a will untrained to action, a spinal cord grown through and through with devil grass – with “wild oats?” Will you let him come and take your place? – gaining through your experience, happy in your friendship, hallowed through your joys, building on them his own? Or will you fling it all away, decreeing, wanton-like, that the man you might have been – shall never be? This is your problem in life – the problem which is vastly more to you than any or all others. How will you meet it? As a man or foolishly? It comes before you today and every day, and the hour of your choice is the crisis of your destiny?
OH, SATISFY ME EARLY, LORD
And with thy great mercy bless
That I may rejoice with great gladness.
Through thy love and righteousness,
Make me glad, according to the days
Wherein our affliction came
In the years of evil we have seen,
As we turn and bless thy name
To thy servant let thy work appear
Let thy beauty be upon me
And may our hand’s work established be.
YOUR AFTERSELF [Sis. Sanders] Year 1965 ~POEM 1