My Creed



I would be true
For there are those that trust me.


I would be pure
For there are those who care.


I would be strong
For there is much to suffer.


I would be brave
For there is much to dare.


I would be friend of all --
The foe -- the friendless.


I would be giving
And forget the gift.


I would be humble
For I know my weakness.


I would look up
and laugh
and love
and lift.



By Harold Arnold Walter





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