Donald R. Norris , Off to the battle, a thought in passing...</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=35.htm>Donald R. Norris </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Off to the battle, a thought in passing...</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I, Father Donato Norrisimo, am neither pure nor green,<br>For through the ages I've paid the wages, the world I have seen.<br>Neither disappointed nor saddened, nor thwarted nor maddened,<br>For I the battle have won .<br>I am, you see, approaching road's end, few choices left to share.<br>The paths I chose were mine to take , and I have led me there.<br> Neither disappointed nor saddened, nor sated or smitten,<br>For I the battle have won .<br> The years flew by like fleeting stars, they sparkled, then grew dim,<br>I worked and won -- what glory there, that I should pass with them.<br>How often I wonder, would the world be asunder<br>If I no battle had won.<br>-- From the heart of Father Donato Norrisimo</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>