My head will never low
Though I may choose to go
Where lives are to and fro
my head, will never, low
My grip will never slip
Though muscles may not rip
When others start to flip
my grip, will never, slip
My eyes will never close
Though darkness may soon show
Where honor never goes
my eyes, will never, close
My heart will never moor
Though age may close the door
Traversing the world's shores
my heart, will never, moor
Great job!
Jill