one more curve

having now answered all that one was asked
the moment comes when nothing's left to do
a time of glory when all things unmasked
not one thing's left that's not open to view
yet being unblessed as yet with that great gift
to know the right thing and to say it right
even when one has reached the final rift
seeing below one's feet old and vicious night
still one's own heart may leap or skip a beat
knowing how much has actually been done
the work the sweat and all the cold and heat
of deeds completed under relentless sun
what then must we as creators achieve
that others might accept and then believe